I'm livin today
  
  (Chorus-Devin) 1/2x
  I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok
  If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
  If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
  But I'm living today
  
  (Devin)
  I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an hour and it sounds so soothin
  It's kinda hard to write this one and keep the track movin
  Barbeque with weed and brew is how we usually do it
  Get it dumpin while we pumpin up some good music
  Can't afford to lose it, hobbied to a full-time job
  Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card
  It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all
  But all I can say is just keep hustlin and y'all
  Got to love it live it, ya can't be in it for nothin
  'Cause there's too many niggas out there who witness this shit,
  it's not fair
  Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame
  Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine
  I've seen rain, but now it's pourin
  And at least I gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin
  So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does
  Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz
  
  (Chorus)
  
  (David Banner)
  I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke
  No education so she spent the last check on some dope
  Hovers to John's and my father never seen the funds
  But I heard he was locked in jail keep his nuts on his tongue
  Who gives a fuck, the government can lick the sweat off my dick
  They put crack off in the hood and lock us up when we trip
  A little dough, ask them hoes what they put in here for
  I heard birds fly through the wind, then they land at your door
  Hot sex all night until my body gets numb
  I'm too nervous to relax so I bail when I come
  Can't get alone with my folks so I dump on them fools
  Basketball is all they taught a young nigga in school
  Fuck your foot, and your basket, you can lick on my balls
  My school don't have the internet so I stuff crack in my draws
  And if y'all know a better way, then y'all help me escape
  From this hell that I live everyday
  
  (Chorus)
  
  (Kamikaze)
  Dear Lord, please forgive me, I've sinned against your land
  I've lived this life so hella trife in this pursuit of loot and fame
  You saw your child weapin on his knees at night in vein
  And it's a way from tryna' get off in this game
  But if it's all the same, can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless
  Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess
  Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared
  At the time I needed friends that was the time they disappeared
  See I got jeered in every corner, couldn't hang 'cause I was broke
  Thought he had a record deal, it seemed to be the runnin joke
  And it's just enough to drive a soul of man to drink and smoke
  Just enough to make a college grad go out and sell dope
  And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help"
  "Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself
  Could it be the situation came from dirt that I had done
  Havin no earthly idea where my next dollar's comin from
  Didn't give a damn if daddy all alone up in this world
  Didn't care anotha nigga had helped to feed my baby girl
  Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress
  Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got reposessed
  I thought y'all was my homies, but I guess it's just as well
  You left sho' 'nuff, you're rock bottom and I'm a let y'all burn in hell
  You're bitches
  
  (Chorus to fade)