Made in America

Got me livin the life
Got me livin the life
That I dont want to
[L.A. Nash]
Never knew life could be so ****ed up with no God to call
Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball
It seems the dreams we saw got burst
Lit up the ammunition, won the war [????] bodies back to the Earth
They say from war comes peace
I say in the streets of L.A. let it begin on every corner and streets
In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet
Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me
And to you devils plottin now know this
Havent forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, dont miss, *****
I know its a sin to be suicidal
But the way you * ***** and *****es is trippin today is like **** the Bible
No hesitation like [?????], *****, no breath
Can escape Nash or the angel of death
Lost in a world where we all feel pain
The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again
You never know when its yo time to go
Heaven or hell , freedom or jail, even die slow
Got me livin the life
That I dont want to
[uncredited guest rapper]
I praise God for relief, this life is hell
Im trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail
These ****** wanna see me or do they wanna be me
If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me
Mama , without a coma, this G thuggin
Got me feeling like Im addicted to all the drama
Dont know when Ima touch the other side but Ima ride
For all my ****** that died and all the tears you cried
But first things first, riders clown in this fast life
Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times
Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high
Money, ** ***es and jewels until we die
Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked
Scandalous homiesll turn they back and have your ass jacked
Its a fact, ** **** stack to be the mack
When its on its on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan
You never know when its yo time to go
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow
Got me livin the life
That I dont want to
[Young Prodeje]
The streets got a young ***** cold
The streetsll make a young ** *** old
Sell your soul to get parole
It didnt take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet
Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street
I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side
Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak cant survive
Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, ****in *****es , buyin gold
Tellin my little homies if its the life they wanna go
My ***** Luciferll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul
But you dont need that, it dont matter where you go
So Ima ball while Im here, roam this western hemisphere
Livin this life I dont wanna live but I aint ready to leave here
[Prodeje]
I almost lost my soul to the .44
So many ****** ficticious and quick to getcha if you dont know
Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest ******ll fade you
Better watch your **** cause it be crackin somethin major
All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs
I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord
Nobody falls, so many homies fell though
And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though
You never know when its yo time to go
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow
Got me livin the life
That I dont want to