[Intro]
Word it's that real shit, you feel me

[Chorus]
Everyday is some dumb shit
Kid you knowin' how the slum get (You know how it get baby)
N***as will kill you over crumb bits (Word)
Somebody caught up in that gun spit (Oh no)
One of your mans or your home flip
Gotta be careful who you run with (Word, gotta watch n***as)
And when the thieves come you run quick
'Cause they'll be waiting if your tongue slips (Oh no)

[Verse 1]
Life, these n***as talkin' like they after my man (Word)
'Cause some n***as on the block just got yapped for their grams
So here these n***as come rollin' packed in the van
About to reach for that gat in my pants (Real)
Took two steps back, about to unzip my jacket and then
I recognized one of them in back of the ten (Oh shit)
The kid bidded with my dude back in the can
Hey son, like hold up yo this cat is my man
Jumped out this shit now I'm slapping their hands (What's up n***a)
These dudes known for gettin' down, these cats really dance
See his vest through his jacket, know he' strappin' the blam
I'm just sitting there kickin' it, yappin' the [?]
He like you know one of your dudes just took a crap in my van (What?)
So you know I'm about to flatten your man
I'm like who dog? the bitch n***a that run with cat from the [?]
Oh you talkin' about stackin' him, damn
I'm like hold up, negative partner, nobody's tappin' my man (Nah)
What he took some bullshit, couple of stacks and some grams
Meet me by 11 o'clock I put that back in your hands
He like yeah aight what is gonna happen is [screams?]
[Chorus]
Everyday is some dumb shit
Kid you knowin' how the slum get (You know how this shit get baby)
N***as will kill you over crumb bits
Somebody caught up in that gun spit (Word) (Oh no)

[Verse 2]
I'm like nah before you get this loot call it a truce
Give my man a pass, I know the boy kinda loose
He stood quiet for a second there, suckin' his tooth (Oh, boy)
I'm like come on dog, dude can tryna bring it to you
The n***a like yo, why you steppin' up for this faggot?
Stop carrying these lames that run around doing crab shit
I'm like kid believe me, I'ma smack this n***a backwards (Hear me)
For the simple fact that got me here on some wack shit
I'm like the n***a pops, his real father in the casket
His older brother fucked up, his mom's got a habit
Son was like cool, I'm lettin' it slide (Aight)
But if dude come around again, your boy gonna die
I'm like word up punk, look at me straight in my eyes
He like come on it's real n***a, said I'm a chill n***a
Know how we do baby, real n***a to real n***a (Aight)
But I can tell in his face that he's still bitter
He jumped in the car with some bitch and he pilled with her
Then when he got in this shit lifted his steel glittered
I'm like let me go and get this n***a his little figures
Called up my man, yo get the fuck out the field n***a
[Chorus]
Everyday is some dumb shit
Kid you knowin' how the slum get (You know how the slum get dog)
N***as will kill you over crumb bits (For real)
Somebody caught up in that gun spit (Oh no)
One of your mans or your home flip
Gotta be careful who you run with (Watch yourself baby, ya hear me)
And when the thieves come you run quick
'Cause they'll be waiting if your tongue slips (Oh no)

[Verse 3]
Life, now I'm heading back to the pad (Word)
See this little n***a jumpin' out the back of a cab
He got in the crib, he pulled out some crack in the mag
I'm like n***a I just got back from the ave
N***as came to ratchet your ass
He laughs, he like, word up who son, I'm tappin' them fag
Then he chilled when he see me with the strap and I'm mad
I'm like you robbed them n***as workin' [?]
He like yeah son, n***a owe me trap from the past
So I ran up on a n***a, put my gat in his mask
Clicked the shit back, n***a almost pissed on himself
Went to check my little chick up on 112th
I'm like yeah, but n***as came with guns in they belts (Nope)
Had to promise them n***as paper to calm the shit down (Word)
They show up the shit [?], know how n***as get down
But in the meanwhile stay off of the street for a minute
'Cause one n***a that rolled up, the dude not a gimmick (Far from it dog)
One year later my shorty went about his business
Set up his own shop and he dies tryna defend it, word