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Uh-huh
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To the chain
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Young Gunners in beast mode, K-9 T-Soul
Cheat code, playin' with unlimited free throws
Playin' their feet, move faster than a capri stroll
When they runnin' the strip like the women in Pete's shows
Pay the price, gamblin' with your life like Pete Rose
Muscle move, paper bubble like Rue Clicquot
Who got the streets of Philly floodin' like Puerto Rico's
You get McNabb like Donovan, it's beneath those
Theologians, point to the trap house that got us in
Won't take his name in vain, like a phlebotomist
I'm the one to tell you what time it is
Never been in the cellar, your promises
It's hot as a pot of grits, that's not a myth
Blackness is not a monolith
A lot of niggas probably gotta see psychologist
To understand why we wallowin' where the bottom is
And common sense isn't what they teachin' in colleges
*** is real when you done lost your last feelin'
Jumped and bounced back off the glass ceilin'
Back to stealin', to Xanax and smack Dillon
That's a pillin', go *** the kids and shield them
Where hustlin' became an art
The mantras managed not to faint
When *** ain't for the faint of heart
The rated R, everybody with Scott Razor marks
And projects, township favelas and trailer parks
The wave been arrived, better head for the church mosque
Or synagogue, chasin' Grim Reaper with Innocide
We need it like a hole in the head, store it in a side
It all take its toll in the end, strong niggas die
Made figures who name-bring, became king or became
Fathers or sons, face of the same thing
In the hood, mouth full of blood, taste of the same sting
Playin' the game, tryin' hard to hang by the same string
You better get the cheek cold or get feet cold
Nigga, man, try to get your *** re-pulled