Lyrics:

Situation critical 'cause shit ain't nothin' nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life
Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin' money are lookin' kinda po'

Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this chewy got me stuck
Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped

My partners mamas smokin' rocks and turns into a hoe
And since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and blow
Killas move in silence and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin' fools that don't exist take that nigga out

'Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin' your respect
Coke and dank sex then baked your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got more than me
And whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me see

'Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go from rags to riches bitin' to the feds
'Cause coke is green and money is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin' up you fuckers goin' down

The situations critical with stories on the streets
Kill 'em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat
But I ain't done yet
The situations critical

My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him
Wanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This chewy got me paranoid and goin' kinda scared
Niggaz startin' to know my face so I had to cut my hair

'Cause nigga, shit is gettin' thick from here to Alabama
'Cause every nigga's tryin' ta like Tony 'Face' Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin' hoop but end up sellin' dope

'Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G Original
'Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke, well bow down to your knees

Situation critical, fuck a 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't scared to die
So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank
Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank

Time is runnin out partna, time ain't runnin' in
My freedom is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died because they had some bread

My mind is on another level nigga this is typical
Check my eyes I'm dyin' inside, situations critical
Situations critical

Niggaz dressin' rich, knowin' they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house
Situation critical I think I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin' up and fuckin' off my high

A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down 'cause I read you like a book
Now must you stare 'cause I don't care, 'cause I won't even look

Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told 'ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers
'Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin' cluckers
Beatin' up the bustas, fuckin' Tommy Tuckers

Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin' over hoes
'Cause pussy comes a savage beast and it also makes you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is snortin' all your coke

So check my situation fool and check my state of mind
No matter how you makin' paper nigga, thats a grind
My indo have an increase this week from eighth up to a half
And nothin' funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?

So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps
It's the same old song I'm doin' wrong, fool this is typical
Fuck the fuckin' world mama, situations critical
Situations critical