Verse 1:
I just walked into the bank, saw a homeless dude sleeping in the doorway
Crazy, he's so poor but he's closer to that money all day
Made me think about life, this game that we all play
It's strange, me, I'm into the pain since the hallways
The crack rocks in the mad blocks where we all stayed
That one point, that gunpoint made us all pray
For our lives, and hard times is our forte
We can't cry, cos our eyes have seen it all fade
To black, then back like Winehouse before Blake
Facts, niggas strap, they find out your court date
Mouth closed, but my eyes clean, that's some sorbet
Ironic, shit just gets hard when the four plays
We make it out but niggas are still up in it so we stay around
Like the shit is just never finished, never play around
Cos they're really ain't no winners in this game of vows
You can get killed or be rinsed so...
Chorus:
What the f*ck is fame when you're brothers in the game?
And you're mother's unwell but she can't explain