Uh-huh Two-fifteen Young gunners in beast mode, K-9 teeth show Cheat code playing with unlimited free throws Playin', their feet move faster than a Capri stroll Where they run in the strip like the women in peep shows Pay the price, gamble with ya life like Pete Rose Bust a move, paper bubble like Veuve Clicquot's Who got the streets of Philly flooded like Puerto Rico's? You get McNabbed like Donovan, it's finitos Theologians point to the trap house that God is in Go on, take his name in vain, like a phlebotomist I'm the one that tell you what time it is Never been into selling you promises, it's hot as a pot of grits That's not a myth, Blackness is not a monolith A lotta niggas probably gotta see psychologists To understand why we wallowing where the bottom is And common sense isn't what they teaching in colleges Shit, it's real when you done lost your last feeling Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceiling Back to stealing, to Xanax and smack dealing That's appealing, go grab your kids and shield them Where hustling became an art The mantra is managed, not defanged Where shit ain't for the faint of heart The rated R, everybody wrists got razor marks In projects, township favelas and trailer parks The wave been a vibe Better head for the church, mosque, or synagogue Chase the Grim Reefer with Henn-ocide We need it like a hole in the head, thorn in his side It all take its toll in the end, strong niggas die Made figures who name bring became king Or became fathers and sons facing the same thing In the hood, mouth full of blood, tasting the same sting Playing a game, trying hard to hang by the same string You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed, nigga Bad credit get your shit repoed, listen