![]() ![]() The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectationįor dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly Happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief Lack of respect for authority, laughin' hard Gettin' my thug on properly, my squad and me 'Til brains was fried to a francaise, can't lieĪt the time it never bothered me, at the bar My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin' 'caine I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these daysĪ brother gotta admire from four fiends away Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet ![]() I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely So we offer you, well we offer our lives right Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin' Through that desperation we come addicted Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness We invite you to somethin' epic y'all know? ![]()
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