If it wasn't for a few select comrades i'd snap
You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap
No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,
Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot
And junk food that's been feeding me.
Third ward general, young cash money
Fuckin energy drinks
Switch gears like stick shifts
So snap on you'r snap back,
Can't win with a passive attack
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper
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