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Food stamps WIC checks, and no dental plan (Ghetto) We bagged the raw, used to let it dry with the ceiling fan Hand in hand they watching from the roof, drop it in a can Package is Saran wrapped, duct tape, paper fill my pants Recollections on weapons I never purchased That money had me thirsty, shit I need somthin' to sip on Straight to the point, told her I got somethin' she could sit on Get love out in Detroit like I'm a piston, your bitch' gone At Summer Jam, I told Tee Grizz he had a hit He told me ain't it a blessing, we really came up from shit We wasn't supposed to win We was 'posed to post in the pen Be carefull aproaching men 44:4 shoutout to Hova (Hov) He till got the kosher (still) Waiting for NAS to drop, paranoia in the holster (strapped) I come from roaches crawling Roaches on the walls and roaches in the hall Smoking roaches til' im yawning off From Letras Mania