When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat
But im sick of the fighting
And i'm still climbing
A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church
So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"
Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience
Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills
Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote
Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope
That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,
Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong
In this industry that kicked us about in the streets
My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets
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