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I used to burn my bread up getting toasted at the crustiest spots
Where customers flock and Michelin star coca chefs juggling pots
Like Cirque du Soleil, perks like Olé, smoother than skin oil
Slick like moisturizer when they glide up on the tinfoil
A couple days before I traded fetty shots for textured socks
Old Caesar's Vans for treatment vans, got caught up in a petty plot
Called a rehab, I had the needle in my elbow
I lit a cig and inhaled slow, I'm thinking "Hell no"
I didn't wanna make good on my promise at my intake up
But my mama's tripping and my karma's catching quickly up
So after hesitating, I confirm that there's a bed that's waiting
My head is shaking, fear is rising like some bread that's baking
I know I'm leaving in a couple of days and it's hitting me
I could end this in a couple of ways
I could choose to taper down and slowly detox
Or I could call my plug, the street
Doc, to get my medication restocked
So I count my money, weigh my options on my Keith ledger
Call the plug who sent half my homies to EMT stretchers
Choose the route of instant pleasure, future suffering
Then my running partner called me back about another thing
"Yo Skinny, what's good? My dope man fell through
I need a throw-in with you but I got something to tell you
If you give me the same price on the dope that you're copping
I'll do the same for you with my plug who bring in the fire rocking"
So I said "Alright, bet, it's decided, it's set"
I'm out of dope and out of crack and now I'm starting to sweat
I'm Tom Cruise when I'm itching to cop
Until my eyes wide shut, it's an impossible mission to stop
Wanna flick the lighter, watch the spoons sizzle like a chicken fryer
Hit the rock raw like Eddie Murphy off of that Richard Pryor
Head to the plug spot, I'm antsy and I'm restless
He came late like a woman taking antidepressants
Left from Georgia Ave, then I went and scooped my boy on U Street
We headed back uptown, his dealer pulled up in a blue Jeep
Success was too sweet, what's the catch to the equation?