I don't wanna do it, gotta do it
They gotta use it
Go get the powder movin'
Used to chip it at the lab
Bag, then flip it on the ave
Every trip I'm like, "This one is the last"
Two weeks later, I'm dippin' in my stash
Back to the crill again, feelin' thin
If you doing it to eat, is it still a sin?
Used to feel bad, but then in short time was like
"Fuck your family, somebody got rich off mine"
That's the truth, dinner was instant soups
Those under my roof produce expensive coups
I was bitter as the ripest lime
I'm sure the only niggas living live the life of crime
Jumper wasn't wet enough
Too rushed to write a rhyme
Since I was the only son, it was time to shine
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