Agita from packin' a pistolIt's frightening that the crisis is fiscalPerhaps lookin' for wordsCops lookin' for workAll of that, took outta contextRelationship, look like a contestPleading down, pleading no contestAverage is meanYou may be feeling abandonedDreamin' that you lived in a mansionWishin' that you lived in theHamptonsLife, I've made mistakesLike, God would forsakeFamily, huggin' the asphaltMad at that, life you ain't ask forKanye got you mad at your Rav4Cats sleepin' on the curbDealing with dealers and hustlersDilla done dealt an injusticeIn hold of the reignsGet caught in the rainPossibly, might have been ill dudeTo someone who, told you they feel youThen became someone who killed youDamage from growin' up too fastMaybe, someone in your crew or campMight have ended up in the newscastTakin' off isn't an optionStories that people concoctedMixin' up different concoctionsWhen the going get tough, the tough get tougherThe tough gon' suck it up, suf gon' sufferWe can go without lunch we can go without supperWe can go without AC in the hot summerWe can go without no heat in the cold winterCause my crew's not wimps, my crew's all winnersAnd my crew's all thinner, but my crew's not bitterMy crew's not quittin' and my crew's not kiddin'Whole crew not too cool for coupon clippin'And we all gon' kick it so we all still kickin' itWe want a little bit so no one starts bitchin'Ain't nobody gotta pitch cause we all gon' pitch inGod forbid you find yourself in prisonFor a bid, for a nick, for a minute, it's forbiddenPut up those mits, put up those mittensYou can stand that heat don't get out that kitchenAnd you may be pissed and you may be sickishSituations get thick and the pots get bigAnd misters and missus you can not be chickenIf somebody need chips everybody got to pitch inSituations get big but you gotta start chippin'And you stumble or trip but you can't start trippin'You may really be sick but the clock keeps tickin'Baby need milk so you might start strippin'?, so you might be slippin'Probably lost fam so you might be sippin'Lotta white lines so you might be sniffin'Left and right wrist that you think 'bout slittin'Time to resurf so you think about snitchin'Lot of loose germs so you might be strickenHold your head, one day it'll be different
