We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,
Putting down in different projects at the same damn time
But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/
Everybody watching while you touching real money
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,
World world war 3 bout to be known
Yeah, you can tell em i’m home
Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst
Different kind of people in this world/
Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first
You gotta fight like a wariior to stay in this world
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.
I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,
Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before
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