Countin' all this paper, but it don't heal the pain, Still hear the echoes of the bullets in the rain, Homies turn to ghosts, memories remain, Pourin' out liquor, tryin' to numb the brain. Mama prayin' for me, sayin' stay safe, Demons on my back, tryna keep my faith, Every move calculated, can't afford a mistake, Gotta feed the fam, got a lot at stake.