[Hook]
Born in the crack era
My pops was a crack deala'
Malcolm sold his people hope
All he sold to 'em was dope
From where the team, we made it rain butter
They on cream with that rope
Lies told on a good man
In my hood he was the pope

[Verse 1]
Yeah, here you take this bag of brown sugar
Bang it in your motherfucking ? , drown n***a
Some people like to hear bass, other's like the feeling
Better get used to me cause you'll be coming back to visit
Some rich four dead on the floor, patients sedated
? falling out of his drawers, he impatiently waited
Never was a fan of serving ?
But a hustler in third person, gotta go see my man

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[Verse 2]
When you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
N***as respect ? but a lot of n***as fear ?
Dumb motherfuckers I'mma break it down quick
R.I.P. ? , got killed over a bitch
As a youth, all I ever did was sell packs
And um, rap broke into my heart when they killed Stacks
Brothers in the hood was fifty ? snitched on ?
I ain't believe that, I think he just looked up to the team
Back then I was a snotty nose
Running around in my Adidas, exposed to the pies like domino's
Garbage bags full of money, I thought it was trash
No dollar bills in them rubber bands, you do the math
Papa used to hide it in the attic
And stashed the work in the mattress cause auntie was an addict
And when Christmas came, nana just wanted a new TV
And where the money came from, it never mattered

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