Stay Alive - O.C.

«There ain’t no need to worry about»

«The good times»

I’m having a

Harder, harder time trying to maintain my scope

Can’t cope, trying to live legit but I’m broke.

Not a

Dime in the bank, more or less, and no account.

In my

Pocket is lint, keys, and an old mint ball

From when I’m looking for a job in the metro

Come home frustrated, then I spark a joint like an

Electrode, fire.

My entire day wasted

Interviews I was in and out like air to my face

Maneuver.

Still, I got no money in the pocket

My girl’s birthday’s coming, and I laid away a locket

Borrow some dough?

No, I’m up to my neck, over niggas

And I’m not talking petty cash loans either

Damn, what does it take to make a buck?

See, I’m

Tired of the broke-ness, I’ma do what I can to hit the

Jackpot, fat knots—whether illegally

The little voice said, «Get paid,» to me repeadiately

Must survive, must survive, must survive

Think of a get-rich scheme to stay alive

«There ain’t no need to worry about»

«The good times»

Buy me a 40-ounce, get intoxicated, then I

Take a walk so I could try to ease the tension I feel

Fenced in. Over twenty-one, responsibilities

Lack.

Don’t have shit to pay back to moms

And pops.

Pressure on my egos crushed them

Surprised the stress in my body didn’t bust me already

Steady as she blows like Moby Dick.

I’m

Sick of it.

The pot over the rainbow?

I didn’t get a

Lick of it.

It keeps on passing me by while I

Try harder and harder, only getting more discouraged

Courage, brains, wits fits, but it ain’t

Putting no type of loot inside of my mitts.

I need

More, delivering now or never, then the

Question rises: will I be Medgar Ever?

Try to be legitimate, figuring a nigga come

Must survive, must survive, must survive

Think of a get-rich scheme to stay alive

«There ain’t no need to worry about»

«The good times»