[Intro]
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[Verse]
I'm just another crack baby that you heard of
And that's 94 til' this
('94 til', so n***a what the deal is?)
Uh, I take three L's to the head
Another three L's getting bussed down
A triple beam scale for the raw
Uncut, no filler, that I flip for retail
Don't shoot! The dope'll k** ya
So dread the needle
The threads is lethal, the prophet's speaking
Hypocrisy can be salt, the wounds is deep
b**h, ya cuts is weak sauce
The stakes is so high
And me and my patience so dry
But still, my trash is yo dope
I mean my basement so high, look
On everything
The way I walked up in this b**h
They thought I won a Grammy
Young, marks is never felt, I'm surprised they understand me
Uh, runner up? You might as well have walked to come in second
I respect it, I'd've upped the f**ing chopper, got to wrecking
f** a opp, any sense, many clips, plenty weapons
Best believe I'ma serve they a** if they come for seconds
In a minute I'ma trip, our sh**, leave ‘em in a daze
And in a week, I'll be spitting in my sleep
Last month, I was in the Chi with the sleet
Yeah the streets so cold n***as' pockets full of heat
n***as blast Lil' Loose from The Pocket to The P
And the V so sold I'm about to get it creased
n***a we don't fold, you might as well hang us
We fighting to the d**h, so you might as well hang
And since they cause a drop in your clientelle
Looking like, “That fat b**h back”
So you might as well sang
[Outro]
Back in the day when my father was a-hustling
Hard knock nights, life was harder as a husband
(And I remember) all out fights for who had they way
Hard knock life for a crack baby
(This motherf**er was a) casket away from a martyr to some dumb sh**
Part of my mind was retarded by a substance
(I guess it's real we) all got vices, well as they say
Hard knock life for a crack baby