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
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 shyt, homie had some tragedies
Probably why he act like this
But back to the shyt 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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