I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile
Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle
Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
And bijies like im out and
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Just regret the fact that i left too soon
Slice ya in half like a cartoon
This prison has withered the children in need to be filled with a dinner, you see?
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
It's hard trying to lose a drug or drinking addiction
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
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