[Verse] 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 (Uh-uh)
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 shit, homie had some tragedies
Probably why he act like this
But back to the shit 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 (Uh)
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 (Uh-uh)
No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nothin'
Niggas 'possed to been on prom, doing sentences (That's fucked up)
Better get your bucks up
'Member I was fucked up, daddy said I lucked up
But it wasn't no luck for us, nobody had nothin' for us
I was with some real niggas, but it wasn't enough of us
Held the whole hood down, niggas 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
F and N have that man doing dance moves
Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool
Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules
Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn jewels
Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools and all these bamboos sticks
We ain't worried 'bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a dick
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 shits
I hope it ain't no incidents
'Cause everybody in some whips
And we'll trip, rip clips, flip shit, dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen
And it ain't no niggas in this shit doin' shit like this
Clique ain't no more room for you pussy boys
Quit rappin' (Ptsd)