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Took his order then I served him a quarter like five
Man, I'll stay on point like
Niggas can't decode, or figure my riddles
Took my money to the source and said the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's we had boy
was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' slaves
In new age
wage is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half pint school days
I been killin' 'em since Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that bang nigga

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a

I used to lay in bed starin' at the fan
cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes like tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death with breath
The only one who make it last forever is Keith
You ever see a body lyin' dead in the yet
eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police
If my city is like yours cereal scratch
is wiped off
If people seem to always somethin' to fight for
But end up in the state pen or the psych ward
lights off
They catch so many casualties like war
That's the reason I don't believe in the hype
The devil talkin' bout he wanna y'all
Now I'm the nigga they the search light for

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play the money like it's Monopoly
And if the die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday

Here we come now, we come now
Yeah, nigga

Homie showed me a 9 and 9 nickel
Man, I'll on point like icicle
Say you got that yola, fishscale lookin' fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't
I got dollar jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last
How that make me look if I help her get up on her feet?
She a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every week
I pray you take these out our life, lord
our vice, lord
Baby come with the drama, made her my wife lord
Lord know I'm goin' hope you see I'm to do right, lord
'em up and blowin' the dice
I pray the price,

Yeah,
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a

Yo, my are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the time, fall, spring, look book
Some people wanna see me hanging from a good
Instead I hang a language and slang in the anguish
And pain fit as well, cause it came us
After all these years carrying this with us
Now the entire is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying spitters
Fortified fences, senses
Crossfire miss my daughter by inches
dependence, medical expenses
But no amount of money on can buy vengeance
a life sentence, sirens fire engines
Tyrants seen through the of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes, cause of us want to drive Benzes
But are you tryna with us, or against us?