verse 2
from jersey to philly, 95 they ride
cook crack on stove high, brick chunks in the trunk
never sold drugs but I ain't a hood monk
know where there's a sell but you gotta know the people well
sell drugs in hell, get high as heaven
you on cloud 9/11, the feens lean because smoke inhaled
to prevail out the hood is good, but a bad hustle of white
can be a blackout to life
we want the cash, cash, cash, cash, fuck ass, smoke grass
that's all a nigga figures for his life to get pass
no handouts, we grab and then ask
got 2 straps on his back for school, no book-bag
(uh) avoid the prison any way you can
the only place for a black man is in his fucking fam
that's why you gotta take a stand even when you cooking grams
so when you in that kitchen, just do that victory dance
just lean wit it, rock wit it
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