Intro

[Intro] Cannon [Verse] I do it for the haves and the have-nots All he had was a half and a glass pot Gotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock Every day you see his face just like a mascot Trapping out the Honda, no, he never had a stash box Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot Ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him Born to hustle, that's his only hope all around him Went to school stylin', middle school's wildin' He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent How he gon' survive in a world full of savages? Born to get some money, but'll kill, gotta balance it He can't fold under pressure (Uh-uh), life full of challenges 'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced Holmes got a different plan with 550 grams Strapped with it in his hand, trap, just a ceiling fan Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man Push 'em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man Steady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man Ain't no lil' bitty pill just gon' heal a man He can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, huh? Real menaces, we grew up like Dennises, huh? Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nothin' Niggas 'posed to been on prom doing sentences That's fucked up, better get your bucks up 'Member I was fucked up, daddy said I lucked up But it wasn't no luck for us, nobody had none for us I was with some real niggas, but it wasn't enough of us Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up He gangsta, but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough I'm humble, but my city in a headlock and a uppercut Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough My head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home And I spend like one point five on my diamonds alone Only count on who gon' still be by my side if it's gone Just a handful, you can't never have no win if your mans lose Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move F&N have that man doing dance moves Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools? And all these bamboos? Sticks We ain't worried 'bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a dick I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense We ain't never get pinched, no coincidence We was supposed to get rich 'cause we was meant for this Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits I hope it ain't no incidents 'cause everybody in some whips And we'll trip, rip clips, flip shit Dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen And ain't no niggas in this shit doin' shit like this clique Ain't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin' (PTSD)