From the recording JUST HOW IT GOES

Lyrics

VERSE
Dirty streets are found in any town you go to
Fuckery abound wit any clown you're close to
Niggas stack chips to get whips get postal
Go anywhere not here maybe somewhere costal

Fill requests outside their design then they die
Let me share a story thru rhyme (check it)
A lil nigga wit an eye for shiny dimes
Grew up too fast back in 99

Cash ruled everything around him they clowned em
But he was the king of thieves the underworld crowned him
Climbin in ya windows snatchin ya jewels up
Addicted to the rush he got worse as he grew up

He blew up he was somewhat of a legend
Took everything he wanted yo his skills were a blessin
Until he crossed the wrong man his gift was a curse
Chasin money the wrong way put him in a hearst

PRE CHORUS
On the wrong side of the law son, ya lost son
They bangin on niggas wit out a cause son
And you might live to bang out anotha day
Butchu might not ya get shot or get tossed away

And everybody gotta do what they gotta do
And when you're on top of your game u think there's no way ta lose
But you can go under the jail for one crime
That's just how it goes sometimes

CHORUS
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)

VERSE
6’2” money makin nigga rockin sick shoes
Neva loved the 5 but couldn’t bang wit 6 crew
Started his own gang but didn’t ride much
He had money on his mind and his mind was on bud

Catch a jooks here lil robbery there
Stick a cabby for his fare he ain’t care pops ain’t there
Rebel nigga hard head enemies they all dead
Cross this mutha fucka you’ll be painted in the morgue red

Wild nigga seen em taze niggas for cash
He wasn’t, wit the jokes but he made niggas laugh
An artist, precision scope wit the tat gun he had fun
Inkin niggas on the front porch wit the fat blunt

Took his business outta state certified he made cake
Niggas hate walkin wit the chest protector wit the plate
Months lata we got word they hit him wit the llama
The drama they had ta ship his body to his mama

PRE CHORUS
On the wrong side of the law son, ya lost son
They bangin on niggas wit out a cause son
And you might live to bang out anotha day
Butchu might not ya get shot or get tossed away

And everybody gotta do what they gotta do
And when you're on top of your game u think there's no way ta lose
But you can go under the jail for one crime
That's just how it goes sometimes

CHORUS
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)
That's just how it goes sometimes
(That's just how it goes)