G-Boy - How Would I Make It (feat. Thabz C) Lyrics

How will I make it out?
Without some ins
I guess a nigga born to die
Into this life of sin
And every day it be worse
Than what it was before
Nobody care
About my personal welfare
So I'm doing what I gotta
In order to make a dollar
All these years in the struggle
Only made a nigga stronger
Mentality is militant
Attitude is f*ck it
Swerving through these westside streets
In a bucket
Hand on a 9 mili
Overlooking the city
Finger on the trigger
And ready to rob a nigga
This the diary of a criminal
That ain't got shit
Growing tired of the drama
That this life come with
But I refuse to lose
So I'm at it again
Making a play for power
And plenty of ins
I put my life on the line
And others tryna take it
We ain't meant to survive
But city watch me make it
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
How much longer can I go?
Will I see a jail cell?
Or will a nigga merked?
Guess no one can really tell
Regardless of it all
We gonna push for the cause
It's time somebody put in check
Those enforcing the law
How will I make it
When these coppers is always on my head
How do I know next time
They ain't gonna shoot me dead
And others wonder why we run
When they be on patrol
Truth is they were placed here
To cease control
Who they protecting?
Who they serving?
Cus I know it ain't us
Next time they pull me over
Man I might just bust
What can I do?
All I want
Is to live my life
And get my kids up out the hood
So I can raise them right
Now I really understand
What it is to be a man
I was foolish all these years
Thinking I already knew
Now I got a master plan
Never mind my life span
I can never be ok
Unless my family is too
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
Many years gone by
Growing closer to death
Not knowing how I got this far
Tells me I was blessed
So now I gotta make it happen
With this dealing or this rapping
For my peoples in the ghetto
Tired of the gun clapping
We at each other
That's why we can't get up from under
Too many tough guys
With something to prove
These niggas don't care
About inner city youth
Half the time foos beefing
On some ignorant shit
No heart no squabbles
All they can do is shoot
They too scared
To take a risk and lose
Yeah I'm a little nigga
But I ain't never ran
I get'm up with anybody
I dun shown that
But that ain't helping me city
I'm still caught in the struggle
And if I get caught slipping
I could be facing trouble
Ey city you gotta be on point
So I'm vigilant at all times
For them punk motherf*ckers
Tryna take mines
I'm on my own
Keeping my head strong
I gotta keep myself alive
So I can make it back home
I'm doing right
To keep from doing wrong
But if yo ass get out of line
You're for sure to be mourned
Dear father help me find my way
Ain't too many angels
Out in west LA
It seems money made us into slaves
But all I really want
Is a life without pain
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world
It's me against the world