CMG, KMJ, this how it go 

R: Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find 
   Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge 
   One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up 
   Sometimes, Keep your head up trying to find sunshine 

Man what happened to the sun on my lawn it's so gloomy and grey 
I got a feeling 5-O gone try to do me today 
Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation 
Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation 
The hood is on fire, other soldiers won't let it down 
They ain't set tripping but out here jacking has been alive 
Misery spinning what they clicking for no reason at all 
Even intentions of stacking paper they pleasing them all 
And outside, smelling like nothing but formaldrahide 
It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P. to the ones that died 
Wake up before you get caught up don't keep on selling your soul 
Until your life fall up, you got to try to find 

R:

We living in a world that's dirty and so shife 
You trying to figure out this the game that's called life 
These days is cold and got me searching for my soul 
Like paper bags and lawn chairs man you unfold 
I'm looking out my window for some, sunshine 
I'm trying to give it up cause I swear it's my time 
I five petreat and start thinking about my sins 
Roll up another square and start thinking about the benz 
Talent and skills is what I'm bringing 
New homes and microphones got the cell phone ringing 
Push play on the deck, to let my mind collect 
And try to mash on the gas with no time to sweat 
This the ghetto, and that's all I know 
Another episode from the young don and Ro 
If the family is tight, then everything's alright 
So quick to catch flight for the sunlight, uh 

R:

Seem like I can't stand the rain prosecution and struggle up in my brain 
Got to tell me slow down if you can see all of my veins 
Cause I ain't having none of that riff raff to get back and blood 
Keep my enemy close to me cause your killer be your cuz 
I wish I was, able to socialize with y'all 
Instead of trading war stories and taking lies from y'all 
It's how it be though, Lil' Keke and Z-Ro we on the grind 
Long as they talking about us, we know we staying on they mind 
Don't hate us congratulate us, why y'all turning up y'all nose 
Cause it's been we be spittng straight be burning up y'all glow 
Want to take it away from pin and pad and pick up a gun 
You better repent my dog it's over, you done better try to find

R: (2x)