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My family and uh up paper this paper high as the uhh, you know?
Owe it to all... you know, I know it
That's what it's really about but uh all old shit here
If I wasn't rappin' I'd still be doin' this old here, you know?
This nothin' but materialistic, you know?
Knowledge is
I'm makin' some money man, you know?
Let's put this shit together, get some paper

I been a street nigga way longer than I remember
Grindin' on the block January to December
I been in this damn near since it began with nothin' but reputation and skills with my hands
Know a whole 'lotta fools when I did
Known for bein' boys, pullin' some sly shit
Shouldda got laid out but I slid through
and bitches, nigga, I do not kid you
Hit the highway with that and got jammed up
Either tell on or get you ten, slammed up
He ain't got the for it, so guess what he do?
He start for that part, mane, and tell on his crew
He was the boss of the operation, livin' it
Now he tellin' on the workers like they ass was in
Soon as the pressure's applied, you immediately
Just do us all a favor and stop a bitch
You a bitch!

As far as the police was
I had some problems some laws, now
You I run into wrecks with laws
That like what I stood for
Or like rap music
Or just didn't like folks in general
Man, the law was lookin' after me this whole
Every time there was one that was dangerous that get me
I had or six that was on my side that kept that...
Kept that in check, man

I know a'lotta people locked up, sittin' in
Either for shit that they did or shit they do well
But for every cat that's locked up, definitely
There's another brother innocent in prison, you me?

See this country we live in is really all about the line
And when they see these young black men, they see dollar
So prisons go bein' run by the state
To a industry, nigga, tell me, can you relate?
See when education in the isn't geared for the testin'
They can't keep up the fundin' 'cause kids keep up the lesson
get frustrated with the process and head to the streets
And find some alternative ways to get 'em to eat
You got draconian laws in place as by the state
Probation terms you can't so you know you gon' violate
Now you makin' license plates, the ten year itch
prison an industrial complex, man, stop bein' a bitch
You a bitch!

You see a lotta people in the penitentiary make statements
"I ain't comin' back here," you know?
And I made when I was on the street
That I was goin'
So, I don't say never
You don't know what, you don't know what's in
What I will say is
I'mma stay positive out here, I'mma do the thing
You know, I'm not gonna, uh, make no
To put myself in the
Where these can just cross me out and be like

This told me he sold dope, I said what do that mean?
He said I sell you some white or I sell you some green
Gotta pocket full of pills and a cup of lean
Man, I'm keepin' it trill, I slap the hat off his bean
You niggas kill me 'round, talkin' 'bout you sell drugs
Moved a couple quarter pounds now you you the plug?
Oh, my bad, you got them birds that fly every month
You keep them keys? Nigga please, why you front?

See you can have all the coca leaves that they in Columbia
Then up all the snorters and the smokers and numb 'em up
With stacks up to the ceilin', big doggin' you Marmaduke
won't see a tenth of the paper that big Pharma do
They don't care about the cure, they wanna sell a treatment
Keep you alive while keepin' you high, now some street shit
Usin' people's pain for profit, gettin'
Hey yo, pharmaceutical companies, stop bein' a
you a bitch!

But, but at the same time, I ain't let nobody hurt me
I'm not let nobody hurt my family
And I will kill you if you come around my with that hood shit