[Chorus: Leathafase (Autumn Rue)]
I gotta keep it real... for my peeps, it's my destiny
(My life, my life, my life, my life)
I gotta squeeze the steel.. in the streets, you won't get the best of me
Uh-huh, I ain't never gon' stop... never

[Leathafase]
Yo, why this life have to be like this? I hang with the righteous
And bang with a tight fist gripped on the handle
Samples of my product, got fiends lurkin' the block
For them teens murkin' them cops, the death penalty's at stake
Shakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grain
Never make the mistake of givin' my last name
To a woman who blames me for all the problems in her life
I play the Wheel of Fortune, spinnin' revolvers on my life
My life, is similar to a shooting range, but I'm aimed the target
And everybody's takin' shots at me
I pull a vow, but you was love, but I'm not happy
Ask me what motivates me, I'll tell you my baby son
Now it's back to the slums, where about 80 tons of bricks
Creative a building where I stack my chips
Flip, eject and keep squeezing, to the heat recordings
You disrespected, now you fertiziled trees deep in the soil

[Chorus]

[INF-Black]
Still in the same struggle, many pieces'll make up bundles
Like a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustle
On my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blind
In the midst of the sunlight, it's like I'm stuck in the times
Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage
Full of rage all my life, now I express it on stage
Relieve the tension over mics, in the whole first page
My deepest feelings hide inside but always show up on my face
A young youth behind the cage, now I'm growin' a fast pace
As I notice, and unfolded the years start to age
Reality'll hit you like a hand held grenade
Give thanks to my Earth, she knew when she made official
Birth of her first son, young gun, .38 Special
For my daughter, now, I gotta think before I use the pistol
Wait in temple with today's plan, for tomorrow's issues
Wanna see me in the can? I'm too righteous in the mental

[Chorus]

[Leathafase]
You're never gonna make it in this rap game
My baby mamma cries out, as I'm jiving in the crack game
Swimmin' in fat chains, strapped with the dame
Backstrokin' to the blames of corruption
I'm sucked in the whirlpool of gus bustin' and drug hustlin'
Not for nothin', I need a lifeguard to save me from drowin'
I'm down with men, murderers, who murder murderers
And serve customers with that all night service
Purchase burners at retail, I'm tryin' balance the scale
The streets say the frail shall be conquered by the prodigal
Knowledge and Hennessey, got my brains in a frenzy
Is sellin' cocaine my destiny, or the best of me?
Secret recipe for my music, I create thunder that shatters
The frame, on your H2 Hummer
I'm a gunner at heart, it's in my blood, I live it up
If I could trade this crime life for the music, I'll give it up, what

[Chorus 2X]

Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never gonna stop - repeated to end