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A lot of pain
You learn to live with it though
Things we do
Hungry, starvin' in beast mode, live by the street code
Where niggaz take your shit like the repo
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good
So called brother in the hood
Lord help us, you gotta know we possessed
I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess
It's somethin' on the chest 'cause none of my niggaz rest
Graveyard shift, my guns with the laser spit
'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off
Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across
Who am I to argue or fight or bicker
When I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor
Reflection, my section, shit's gettin' thicker
'Cause love don't mix with the liquor you should know that
Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin' out, "Hold that"
Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin' to fold that
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
In the game for mad years, paid the whole lot of dues in it
Never bite the hand that feeds you, but the rules is different
When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it
Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it
Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise
But then I learned livin' from the lies
Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time
But nope I say it's God time
I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times
Skin's real thick, you could look at the scar lines
Sometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard time
Hittin' the bar time, crunches to the push-ups to the dips
But real niggaz push up with the clips