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Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter

I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster

Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars

Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars

Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer

Just ah pillow sack

And ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat

Will i ever get paid, can i make a dollar out of fifteen cent

Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent

Sleepless nights, alligator tears

Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers

911 mr.po, po dey ain't happy wit day marriage

Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage

My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days

She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids

I told her i love her but you know what she said to me

Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family

You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family

That's real



The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned

Seasoned that we fill our paper want disappear

Ohe, hey it's been a long time in the bay

With god on our side we have somethin' to say

And the and through the hard times we survive the game

Survive the game



If y'all smell onions dat's my arms potent

The reason i'm musty is 'caus ewe ain't got no mo' deordorant

The laughing stock patna, we aint got no cash

Feet stinking through my shoes in p.e. class

I'm thriznew wit biznieng brizoke

I'm about to hiznit the griznind and if i git popped it ain't half no more

It's eighty percent of my time

But that's ah cha ah chance that i'm a have to ah take

Today my son birthday and i can't even buy a cake

I'm so damn through ah through i had a j.o.b

You want me to cut my perm, oh y'all gone ave to fire me

My fellow just got out da joint, that he might be o.k.

But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same damn day

Who wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlands

It ain't never too late patna

All we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crate

What about dat shopping basket, you know i'm smart

We can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cart

Yo peoples blessed you, i started from a quarter ounce

You came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo' mouth

Why we gotta gamble maine

We hurtin', you got all the bucks

In the ghetto we play dominoes for push ups



The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned

Seasoned that we fill our paper won't disappear

Ohe, it's been a long time in the bay

With god on our side we have somethin' to say

And the and through the hard times we survive the game

Survive the game