Intro

(Cannon)

I do it for the haves and the have-nots

All he had was a half and a glass pot

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

Every day you see his face just like a mascot

Trappin' out the Honda, no he never had a stash box

Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot

Every 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 was 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

Homes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty 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 him 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 gone 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 yo' innocence huh?

Real menaces, we grew up like Dennis' huh?

Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh

No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nuthin'

Niggas 'posed to been on prom, doing sentences, that's fucked up

Better get yo' 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 the head like gettin' 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 spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone

Only count on who gon' still be by 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&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 Jews

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 an 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 a trip rip clips, flip shit, dip split

Switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen

It ain't no niggas in this shit doing shit like this clique

Ain't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin'

PTSD