Lambo, roscoe, no street code
If skill was health you'd be on coke
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
To you it was about wealth and your dying health
But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air
My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
And that i spent the night with her
My health is in danger
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair
My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
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