[intro: young chris]
uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh
uh, young gunnas, chris and neef
itand's real shit
north of death, home of philly
uh, chea uh
[verse 1: young chris]
lights is gettinand' dimmer
nights gettinand' colder
lost three of my soldiers
life feel like itand's over
unloadinand' thereand's somethinand' in my way
theyand'll never take me alive
i got somethinand' on the way
iand'ma survive iand'ma try to do straight
try to make it alive, be around for that due date
but itand's hard, niggaz hatinand' em hard
that loss hurt to the heart
but still they say itand's they fault, we blame yand'all
nigga how, nigga please
itand's still on baby
tell them niggaz had they still off safety
what about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit
elementary middle school up wit
man them niggaz was there ainand't move yet
iand'm startinand' to think they had somethinand' to do wit it
i used to think them niggaz was scared
itand's lookinand' a little shaky now
niggaz happy his little brotherand's laughinand', his mother hate me now
[chorus: denim]
even though it hurts some days
this is the game we chose to play
not everything in life is gold but it will be okay
now a bullet ainand't got no aim
and yand'all know bullets ainand't got no name
but this is the life we chose
and it will never change
[verse 2: neef]
everyday we reminisce about that three day trip
same night that we left, got a call you hit
thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped
got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit
three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches
you donand't know how much you miss him, bullshittinand' in the kitchen
ninety percent fist fights leadinand' to them slammers
but liland' drake ainand't understand until one of them niggaz vanish
this rap shit is crazy but believe me iand'ma try
whether happened or not homie i got liland' five
and with the real ones iand'ma slice my pies
as you would of wanted, man iand'm so sick to my stomach
that you ainand't around enjoyinand' the fruits of our labors
shitand's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us
around for nothinand' givinand' me teeth and palms
man i donand't pay and'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know
[chorus]
[verse 3: young chris]
iand'm peaches thatand's where you can reach us
cook out every other tiland' they took a nigga brother
love ya like a brother so i try to take ya brother
and he be on some other shit, i be tryinand' to tell and'em man
i seen how you feel
he had intentions on killinand' my big brother
just to let me see how he feel
tellinand' me his life over fuckinand' cops
they know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill
that boy crazy, he got people for real
he gone wind up layinand' somewhere peaceful for real
like he the only one goinand' through the pain
like his mom and our peaches ainand't goinand' through the same
cool one minute, then he goinand' through a change
i donand't need that around, keep the heaters around
just like the rest of the niggaz that i leave in the town
so i separate myself, i look better wit myself
[repeat chorus]
