Tampering With Evidence

Police lock us up 'cause they don't understand the way we live
Interrogatin' us all for hours
We ain't telling what we did
I was way up in New York when they broke in Montana crib
Somebody told them we was gone, yeah
I know what it is
Some nigga around me tryna snake me
Prolly trying to get me killed
Shooters trilling on my real nigga, this the way we live
Seem like they started hatin' when they heard I got a deal
Mama told me that my cousin died
I ain't shed a tear
If it wasn't for Montana, I'd have juvenile life
Shackled down in Paris prison, I was fightin' for my life
Smoking weed and toting guns
Willie 'n Ben every night
Now the judge don't want me 'round him
I know it's gon' be alright
Step on a nigga for that talkin'
Now the police buildin' cases on me
They know we 'bout it
If you a gangsta, keep that shit in the streets
Strapped with that 40, I heard a nigga want it with me
I'll put a nigga straight to sleep, he think he fuckin' with me
They say that they want smoke
Where them poles? We gon' ride, nigga
Step in with my bros, right or wrong, you gon' die, nigga
I put that on my soul
We ain't hidin', nigga
I just wanna know, who got a problem, nigga?
When my grandma died, made me wonder
Who gon' do for me?
I don't trust nobody
Make me wonder, who gon' shoot for me?
Ain't got no nigga with me, jus' my girl
And this coupe with me
Sincerely from my heart
I'ma tell you 'bout it truthfully
I know I'm gon' die, no, I do not have that long on earth
Swear I need a blessin'
Man, I need to take my ass to church
Put yo pistol in the sky when you see me passin' in my hearse
I really don't feel love
Man, I swear to God this shit hurt
And I know they gon' cry the same day I go
Tell my son, come to my casket and leave me a rose
Call on Ben and 3Three
Promise me you'll never fold
Stand on all ten, and don't never put yo trust in hoes
Whoa oh
They don't understand the way we live
Whoa oh
T-t-t-they don't understand the way we live
Whoa oh