[Royal Flush Intro]

Word... Things ain't what they used to be out here man

Ain't no more easy living no more man

You best to recognize man it's a struggle out here man

We forced to do what we got to do to survive

It wasn't nothing like this back in the days man

Word shit got to change

Verse 1 [Mic Geronimo]

Increasing murders Three strike life servers burners informers

Guiliani's crews on us

The heat's just like the guns that we bust shot up

Poisoning the little ones, now they grow corrupt

It's different stages, environment got most vision tainted

Murals on the corner, Rest in Peace now a painting

Haters seeing the dehumanization of a being

But worst of all most of y'all don't know what I'm meaning

And strange days, time seems to move so fast

Only concerns is the cash, and a whip to match

See this life is like a bid but it won't do me

And it's funny nothings really like it used to be, one, two

[Chorus, with Marvin Gaye singing]

Well things ain't what they used to be

4x

Verse 2 [Mic Geronimo]

The epidemics, narcotics, paramedics

Everybody eager at a party just to wet it

And felonies, armed robberies, and sprees

Higher rates on a key, ghetto love disease

More discreetly you choose, who to fucking trust

Nowadays bulletproof, and a Phills a must

Most of us serving, or peeling the yardage on the charges

Incarcerated cut-off from the world, disregarded

Crack babies retardly born, dis-formed

And fathers known for shooting China-White inside they arm

Desert Sickness, planet Earth at it's illest

Strategically the illest, plan a man in specifics

Life is like a bid, but it won