No competition they mumbling And acting
We living and we packing Stacking for the gas leak
Unemployed by choice but I Work everyday
Call me lazy boy crazy joy when We play
In San Diego LA NY they praise
Hash and the stash clap your ass Or cut the grass
Do not cut glass or class for the Mass
When they ask who is that? Tell Em god is back
Buy your freedom now or sell it For the low equivalent to blow We import across the globe
But its them who consume it
They want us behind bars so we Cant see baby's grow or look up At the stars
Baby wants to go with the one Who has the gold
Cuz i lost everything that used to Have before
Frustration in the air caused by Those who do not care
Now stuck in child support cuz it Didn't work for whores
I smile when im happy even When im angry
Tell you to be something but Some people are only nothing
Never see the sunset or moon Above my mindset
One day you're out here partying The next you're in there crying
Mama just be praying they shot You now you're dying
Alot of people flying but nobody Is guiding
How many mcees wanna Challenge me at rhyming
How many mcees wanna die Without me trying
Hash aint even good hash should Quit he probably should
Yall wish I really would so i can Burn up all the goods
Hash cant really spit but yall Gargle and its sick
Hash cant even chop but I know He can just split
Why ladies treat me good cuz Y'all bitch more than you could
Let rappers do their thing its p
Pretty bad some even sing
Never seen the goat in the city No ones king
I hear many rappers typing Making gun sounds and acting