[Intro: Big Scoob]
Yeah
The homie Don P called the big fella in to talk about this repetitive ass cycle that we livin' in the hood
No matter how much we struggle, how much we fight
It seems like the perpetual quicksand is always grabbing us and pulling us back down
So I'm not here to play the victim or no shit like that you know what I mean
But with that being said

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
If a pussy run his mouth about yo boy I'ma sock him
Hang a chopper out the window of the low, get to choppin'
Mind frame of a slave in the days of pickin' cotton
Only difference nowadays your favorite rappers say it's poppin'
Pushin' product to my people, living evil for the profit
Stay hungry, gotta get it any means, that's my logic
Who gives a fuck about destruction, who I'm crushin' for this dollar
Hard times make me holler, gots to get up out this squalor
Push a cherry red Impala with these cherry Chucks on
Who gives a fuck what you think of me, let it be known
So proud of my pedigree, strong as King Kong
Until the last breath of me, this the shit I'm on
Mind frame of a soldier, I'm at war with my people
Wicked teachings from these demons planted deep in my cerebral
Yet I'm smart enough to know it but the knowledge ain't enough
To get the fuck up out of here I gotta get above quicksand