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Money hungry Skeet The street Bible, I be preaching to the streets No bullshit, know what I'm talking about? Buddah Bless this beat Apply the pressure, what ain't solid it's gonna crumble Death before dishonor, pray I don't die before my mama My daughter staying in the hotel and her daddy sell narcotics My baby mama violent so I don't like being around her Too many skeletons in my closet, gotta find somewhere to fight them Like how I'd split that guard shit with them devils all inside them I don't think the way I act; I had to adapt to my environment The type of shit I rap bring the gangsters outta retirement I chase sacks like a defensive lineman Had to reach between the crevices and cracks just to find them I tell them "I got swag", they tell me to define it I say swag means "I'm somewhere always grinding" Parables from the street Bible, savages added street walking Streets talking, News travelled about some cats called Skeet at the middle school I murdered any dude I caught beatboxing between class Piss on both sides of the mattress, I grew up kinda ratchet Born to lose, built to win If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen? Back against the wall, the feds like "here we go again" Got a chance to beat the arms, ain't no way I ain't gonna win Born to lose, built to win If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen? Back against the wall, the feds like "here we go again" All I need is a chance, ain't no way I ain't gonna win Before I leave the house, I pray I make it back home Poopy say "Daddy, I'm a thot", that little nigga think he grown I sell rocks while I'm rolling; truth be told, I'm a rolling stone Don't see Brooklyn and Banana, letting the kids say I'm wrong I just hate to be in tears but she don't let me take them home Aisha keep scratching up my face so I keep breaking that bitch phone Sierra say I'm wrong, Porsche still tryna make it home Tamera can put her pride aside so I hate that song When i got shot Keana kept me strong, she gotta make the song Cyclops, ex man X-File, flesh crawl Westside, West Nile Skin like a reptile If Jesus is God's only son, I gotta be his stepchild Gangsters move in silence, Ion even mumble under my breath, dawg