Intro (Explicit)

I do it for the haves and the have nots

All he had was a half and a glass pot

Gotta race 'till he the first one with the last rock

Everyday you see his face just like a mascot

Trapping out the Honda no he never had a stash box

Stuck to armed violence that was at the last spot

Ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him

Born to hustle that's his only hope all around him

Went to school stylin' middle school's wildin'

He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent

How he gon' survive in a world full of savages

Born to get some money but'll kill gotta balance it

He can't fold under pressure

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Life full of challenges

'Cause he know how to move he a fool with analysis

Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him

He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis

Really seen catastrophes

I be rappin' average sht homie had some tragedies

Probably why he act like this

But back to the sht at hand

Rap 'til you get advanced

Home's got a different plan with 550 grams

Strapped with it in his hand

Trap just a ceiling fan

Finger on the trigger take a tap just to kill a man

Push 'em to the limit watch him snap just like any man

Steady poppin' percocet he blacked off them milligrams

You don't live how he live you don't feel the man

Ain't no lil' bitty pill just gon' heal a man

He can't chill he need a pill guess he too militant

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Oh you just like us they robbed you of your innocence huh

Real menaces we up like Dennises huh

Played with pistols we ain't have no Sega Genesis

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No curriculum can't punctuate our sentences or nothin'

Nggas 'possed to been on prom doing sentences

That's fcked up

Better get your bucks up

'Member I was fcked up daddy said I lucked up

But it wasn't no luck for us nobody had nothin' for us

I was with some real nggas but it wasn't enough of us

Held the whole hood down nggas had to toughen up

He gangsta but can't ride with my crowd he ain't rough enough

I'm humble but my city in a headlock and a uppercut

Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough

My head race I'm riding alone

Just my mind and this chrome

Used to live in all apartments now I'm riding to a home

And I spend like 1 5 on my diamonds alone

Only count on who gon' still be by my side if it's gone just a hand full

You can't never have no win if your mans lose

Exploitation off your mans that's a fan move

FN have that man doing dance moves

Keep your friends cool don't be no d**n fool

Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no d**n rules

Just staying free gave half a million to them d**n jewels

Now why the club just let us in with all these d**n tools and all these bamboos sticks

We ain't worried 'bout no opps yeah they could suck a dck

I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics

Trigger happy we been buyin' licks since jits

G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense

We ain't never get pinched

No coincidence

We was supposed to get rich

'Cause we was meant for this

Now all we know arithmetic

But everybody with the shts

I hope it ain't no incidents

'Cause everybody in some whips

And we'll trip rip clips flip sht dip split switch whips with new tints like ain't sht happen

And it ain't no nggas in this sht doin' sht like this

Clique ain't no more room for you pssy boys

Quit rappin'

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