[Verse 1:] Tell 'em, ok Tell 'em I got plenty hustle to sell 'em Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum Close to the pen like I had three felons Come from a city where niggas show no remorse And the corpse is just another homie taking this course Of course my dream was to play in the final four Til the twelve grade came and I was only five four So Now I'm a graduate, looking to get higher My pops knew a security job, he inquired But ignorance is bliss, that's what I was told I stop, drop the role when somebody else fired Now there goes another black boy unemployed with a lot of free time Which means he's hungry or just a lot of free crime I lived it in my rhymes, and when I hit the porch, this is what I realize Wassup
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