[Intro] [Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] Uh, my city gentrified and my chicken fried My rent is high, but I'm getting high (uh) I know the system ain't designed for a n***a Who these laws even written by? It's clear they allowed the genocide My desires like a set of crimes The government is [?] to legitimize I ain't nothing but another n***a in they eyes Man down n***as turn to zombies over xans now Proceeds feeding all the fam' now Police preying on the [?] now We just eating how we can And if we don't really got it, we can find it and we share It's a product of environment, the dollar bill is scarce Now the eyes up to the sky to see if God is really there (pray) Father help us find what wealth is buying Necklace, rock designer, move our mommas out the projects And the [?] I'm surrounded by McDonald's, Checker's, Popeye's and [?] Fast life is popular, regardless Im'ma pop under pressure Maybe die of diabetes, like my grandpops in this pressure Pop you 'cause I'm popped, couldn't get my pockets together Played 'em for p**y Act surprised, 'til he got popped when he pressed him That p**y like perkies, I pop 'em, forget her Strive for the cheddar, but... [Chorus: Dyme-A-Duzin] [Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin] My god Momma prayed to take the stress away She working Check the check, I check the pay-stub Income's lower than her self-esteem She raised a rose from out the streets Fertilized her from the sh** they talkin' 'bout Trump is bringing back the Reagan era The crack [?] sell it off for a small amount The writing on the wall, tell you what it's all about [?] on the elevators Pist-off at pissy fumes with elevators To reach the stars Still laying on a cloud of loud Of sour d These [?]