Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveler,
To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
These critics ain’t never been poor or experienced hardship,
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop
They didnt get the leadership the boss is out abroad
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