Lyrics:

[Intro - Mistah F.A.B]
This song goes out to all them hustlers out there..
Tryna leave the game man, you know
Keep callin' em back

[Verse 1 - Mistah F.A.B]
When I wake up in the morning, you know what I see?
The world is a ghetto, smokin' on D
My little cousin 13, strung out on E
Can't blame him, his mama on C
O-K-E, 27 but she look like a old lady
Gring grind, fuck working at Old Navy
Rather slang girl, and make the world go crazy
Who am I? Man I ain't no better
Just a young nigga lost tryna get this chedda
Staring out the window, wishing on a shooting star
Tryna get dumb money, go and buy a stupid car
Pray to the Lord, tryna heal my flaws
Dialing to the Heavens, hope he hear my cause
Wanna leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped
So I call on my nigga Jack

[Hook x2]
Tryna leave the game but it's callin' my name...

[Verse 2 - The Jacka]
This rap shit'll have you in a hole like 300
Kick a black nigga down the hole like 300
Twist an eighth in the back with boy and breath on it
Down to my last nick, bout to cop a quarter kick
All the real niggas see, I'm still out'chea
They like be rappin when I'm trappin, I'm a real nightmare
White T's, blue jeans, Nikes all I wear
Lost a nigga to a gun shot, I been there
Killed a nigga for a small amount, life ain't fair
Coke white leather seats, 40 Glock under there
Catch a sucka in the traffic then I'm aiming at his head
Ran back to the game, became a millionaire
Hit a lick on my connect, I got so much shit for sale
I'm on my nigga Michael bout to take the streets back
Rainbow fish scale, the coke feel is all I know
Islam help me let it go
When times get hard, it's the game that I'm running to
Many niggas die from the D that I'm running through
What would the prophet do? So Al-salam
Got the world in my palm
Somethin' bout the streets got my heart and my mind
Up with the beats, fuck school, I'm on a grind
Got slap in the Benz, my nig lets ride around
Fresh out the lab with the new shit, nigga check out the sound