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[ VERSE 1: The E ]
As I sit back and think about our problems
What's goin on and how we gonna solve em
Black man sellin us out to the other color

I feel like I'm blessed in this life, I got your back
As long as you're at my side, you're my prozac
But I'm not surprised, I'm addicted to ya

hip hop taking a u-turn
Turns out I took the wrong route
They said get an education
By the way it’s looking I don’t seem to be going places
My family

like a hawk (Yeah)
Playing wit' me like suicide
Get blinded by love and yo ass might fuckin' die (Bah)
Can't be wit' no girl that don't got a mind
She

as the craziest hazy kid with hazeuous views
Going nude on news looking for a drug to abuse	
To get him to the gate finally
Mushroom fungus trust it 
Blown back

put me to sleep, light it up Kamikaze
Smoking a wood or two, nah I'm smoking the family tree
I told her get on her tippity-toes
I made a pledge that I

Iv'e been passing by the back street
Picking up L's for whoever tryn pass me (tryn pass)
You ain't sorry bitch stop stealing swag please
She smelt

around my toes
Saran wrap around my pack I can't trust get hand to hand served w a hand behind my back
They prayed for us, ain't heard the answer but my

Come up in the street
Doing this all on my own
All by myself, going through Hell
Stared from scratch and watching it build
Keeping it mine, ain't ever

damn true
Bodies falling left and right
Sometimes supersonic speed at night
Life is tragic, death is magic
Stich you back together, now you're fabric
Get

Hungry Man's and peanut butter jelly
Don't talk like you know my life, unless I'm writing and telling
My mama marrying felons, didn't get it back then

cash cow
Better get it right with God before the sky comes crashing down
Because if neither of us get's raptured
I'll be the one to gat you down
chorus

quicker, back to the bag
Phantom troupe jacket, I'm hyping the land
Hunting my enemies man, fighting the ant
Feel like I'm Xeno or Netero
Riding the dragon

fucking with a king
Looking too good, the way you fitting in them jeans
30 for a show, we gon' get by any means
30 on your clothes, Prada, Louis V
Where you

the sudden syringe in my veins now
Hold me like cards to your chest
And show me your arms are outstretched
If only I can rest my bones then I can get back home

scandalous ass cakin' were baking soda
Whether you know it or not ,here's a dog scale
You gotta watch ya back or playa will

Way to many brothers get took for

ciment and concrete blocks
Where the balanced mindstate is
Overwhelmed by greed, it sucks!
And when they wanna meet us
Tell'em not to worry, they'll know

anywho I learned to chop and screw
Move- I'm back and I don't have to curse 
Back to wake you up with words, ya heard
It's hard enough to hear the news all

No agression, no disrespect, no blowback
Wanna blow reefer, get lifted, then I blow your back
Queen, you're my type though for real, thought I told you

bubble, this could be trouble
But I’m cutthroat on a hoe so all you get is a wassup doe
I’m strictly focused on my bucks so
It could be pointless

This is save for later
Now hater say ya prayers
I'm spittin fire
No dragon slayer
Hoe niggas wake up
I get my paper
Say fuck a friend
I fuck with Ben

loud back
You calm down, you get wild, I get wild back
No disrespect to the kid, I get? as fuck
Especially when my record is clean
Patted me down,

Whoo
There go that man again
Oh y’all thought I was finished
Uh uh
I took the year off to let y’all get straight
Lace ya boots up n****s
The ruler’s

world baby 
I feel like a $tar aaaaahhhh

Stay focused on my dreams by any means yea yea
Build all this hustle from nights we didn't win yea yea
We aint