One Day

Mama put me out at only fourteen

So I start selling crack cocaine and codeine

Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick

Thinking I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messing with, yeah

My mama's only son

But I live everyday like its my motherfucking last one

Every nigga and they mama asking why

But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die

But if I die or should I say if I go

Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go

Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me

The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary

So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip

Watch my back selling crack and pack two clips

When ya think about that you say "it'll be on"

Its a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone

One day you're here, baby

But then you're gone (repeat)

This world we living in man it ain't nothing but drama

Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas getting shot for bombers

Now they got yo life in the former they in like California

Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana

Gang banging got the ghetto hotter than a sauna

Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner

Behind a funky-ass dice game

I saw once before he died wished it was twice man

I remember being eight deep off in Chucky crib

Letting us act bad not giving a fuck what we did

When we lost him I knew the world was coming to the end

And I had to quit letting that devil push me to a sin

My brother been in the pen for damn near ten

But now it looks like when he come out man I'm going in

So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fucking zone

Cause one day you here but the next day you gone

One day you here baby

But then you're gone (repeat)

I'm up early cause ain't enough light in the daytime

Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line

Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes

AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights

Niggas be looking shife so I look shife back

Can't show no weakness with these bitches get yo life jacked

Mayne its a trip where I stay especially for me

This bitches trying to lock me up for the whole century

They gave my boy down in Florida Dante nineteen

I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean

My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I ain't no liar

My man RoRo just lost his baby in a house fire

And then when I got on my knees that night to pray

I asked God why he let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away

Man if you got kids show em you love em cause God just might call em home

Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone