Intro (Back in the Day)

[Intro]
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[Verse]
I’m just another crack baby that you heard of
And that’s 94 til’ this
(’94 til’, so nigga what the deal is?)
Uh, I take three L’s to the head
Another three L’s getting bussed down
A triple beam scale for the raw
Uncut, no filler, that I flip for retail
Don’t shoot! The dope’ll kill ya
So dread the needle
The threads is lethal, the prophet’s speaking
Hypocrisy can be salt, the wounds is deep
Bitch, ya cuts is weak sauce
The stakes is so high
And me and my patience so dry
But still, my trash is yo dope
I mean my basement so high, look
On everything
The way I walked up in this bitch
They thought I won a Grammy
Young, marks is never felt, I’m surprised they understand me
Uh, runner up? You might as well have walked to come in second
I respect it, I’d’ve upped the fucking chopper, got to wrecking
Fuck a opp, any sense, many clips, plenty weapons
Best believe I’ma serve they ass if they come for seconds
In a minute I’ma trip, our shit, leave ‘em in a daze
And in a week, I'll be spitting in my sleep
Last month, I was in the Chi with the sleet
Yeah the streets so cold niggas’ pockets full of heat
Niggas blast Lil’ Loose from The Pocket to The P
And the V so sold I’m about to get it creased
Nigga we don’t fold, you might as well hang us
We fighting to the death, so you might as well hang
And since they cause a drop in your clientelle
Looking like, “That fat bitch back”
So you might as well sang

[Outro]
Back in the day when my father was a-hustling
Hard knock nights, life was harder as a husband
(And I remember) all out fights for who had they way
Hard knock life for a crack baby
(This motherfucker was a) casket away from a martyr to some dumb shit
Part of my mind was retarded by a substance
(I guess it’s real we) all got vices, well as they say
Hard knock life for a crack baby