With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up
But that throat she got have a nigga stuck
As deep as dawson's creek and shit
I got a laptop in my back pocket
Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat
Im not jay-z but i guess i got my swagger back
Cause this is my game, i rose and got back up now what do you say?, you get no love/
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness
Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill
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