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Album: Contraband (2013)


See there's no money in good health so they need you to be sick with it
So if you ain't tryna let your hard times increase my wealth
Nigga keep that progressive shit to yourself
You see they may see me as an adversary 'cus they know
I'm tryin to tell em about the farest, the artist who grow
Only need industry access
How they take a nigga dreams in
Write em off in they taxes

[Verse 1:]
Weather the storm, before the snowy rain
I'm on track like the money train
I sold coke so the money came,
Pull up, I sold coke soda, money came
Mother riding my uncle she had to lick the stamp
No food in the fridge ain't have a lick of stamps
Had to go to the strippin land
Had to pick my camp thunder pouring, and it's shit forget the ran
Fighting conviction, father fighting addiction
Gotta grow like the tree, we gotta leave in these conditions
What do you do when you're looking through a hour glass?
Whole team sentenced, ya'll start to look like a paragraph
Flower stash, sour lash, you know the deal,
Like a handy man, I know the drill
Tryina get a black ghost, not like candy man I wanna know the feel,
So y'all can always real, I'm ready off.

[Verse 2:]
Junior high I took my regents, while listen to the master P,
Up early like regis and path's clear
Now back on the block the cops was after me,
I journeyed from that corner, the rail lead where I have to be
Blessed, some call it love, don't stress while it goin sure
Shawty is my ex, she told me all I do is call or fuck
I'm preoccupied and my daughter need some new legos
And me too, I got some blocks to buy,
This all here was just stopping buy,
Said I made a difference, I never knew I ever stopped to try,
You refer to the years that he watched me cry
Now my watch just make him wanna watch and cry
This is real shit, it's for my man
His little sister got killed, shit shit we had to deal with
So fuck these labels, and fuck who I gotta deal with
Just let these rappers know I'm a problem they gotta deal with,

Nigga I am the sacrificial lamb for y'all
My life is what I'm willing to give for
I challenge you to find something that's really willing to die for it
I'm gon live for it.

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