Intro Lyrics

[Intro]
Cannon

[Verse]
I do it for the haves and the have-nots
All he had was a half and a glass pot
Gotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock
Every day you see his face just like a mascot
Trapping out the Honda, no, he never had a stash box
Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot
Ever since a kid, he seeing coke all around him
Born to hustle, that's his only hope all around him
Went to school stylin', middle school's wildin'
He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent
How he gon' survive in a world full of savages?
Born to get some money, but'll kill, gotta balance it
He can't fold under pressure (Uh-uh), life full of challenges
'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis
Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of 'em
He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis
Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit
Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this
But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced
Holmes got a different plan with 550 grams
Strapped with it in his hand, trap, just a ceiling fan
Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man
Push 'em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man
Steady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams
You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man
Ain't no lil' bitty pill just gon' heal a man
He can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh
Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, huh?
Real menaces, we grew up like Dennises, huh?
Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh
No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nothin'
Niggas 'posed to been on prom doing sentences
That's f*cked up, better get your bucks up 'Member I was f*cked up, daddy said I lucked up
But it wasn't no luck for us, nobody had none for us
I was with some real niggas, but it wasn't enough of us
Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up
He gangsta, but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough
I'm humble, but my city in a headlock and a uppercut
Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough
My head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome
Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home
And I spend like one point five on my diamonds alone
Only count on who gon' still be by my side if it's gone
Just a handful, you can't never have no win if your mans lose
Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move
F&N have that man doing dance moves
Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool
Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules
Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews
Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools?
And all these bamboos? Sticks
We ain't worried 'bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a dick
I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics
Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits
G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense
We ain't never get pinched, no coincidence
We was supposed to get rich 'cause we was meant for this
Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits
I hope it ain't no incidents 'cause everybody in some whips
And we'll trip, rip clips, flip shit
Dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen
And ain't no niggas in this shit doin' shit like this clique
Ain't no more room for you p*ssy boys, quit rappin' (PTSD)

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