You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half
I never fit in with them light skins
Divide you in 2 sections
Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule
There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,
They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,
Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight
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