Cannon

I do it for the haves and the have-nots
All he had was a half and a glass pot
Gotta race ´til he the first one with the last rock

Every day you see his face just like a mascot
Trapping out the Honda, no, he never had a stash box
Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot
Ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him
Born to hustle, that´s his only hope all around him
Went to school stylin´, middle school´s wildin´
He ain´t care for school ´cause he knew his true talent
How he gon´ survive in a world full of savages?
Born to get some money, but´ll kill, gotta balance it
He can´t fold under pressure (Uh-uh), life full of challenges
´Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis

Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him
He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis
Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin´ average shit
Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this
But back to the shit at hand, rap ´til you get advanced
Holmes got a different plan with 550 grams
Strapped with it in his hand, trap, just a ceiling fan
Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man
Push ´em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man
Steady poppin´ Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams

You don´t live how he live, you don´t feel the man
Ain´t no lil´ bitty pill just gon´ heal a man
He can´t chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh
Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, huh?
Real menaces, we grew up like Dennises, huh?
Played with pistols, we ain´t have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh
No curriculum, can´t punctuate our sentences or nothin´
Niggas ´posed to been on prom doing sentences
That´s fucked up, better get your bucks up
´Member I was fucked up, daddy said I lucked up
But it wasn´t no luck for us, nobody had none for us
I was with some real niggas, but it wasn´t enough of us

Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up
He gangsta, but can´t ride with my crowd, he ain´t rough enough
I´m humble, but my city in a headlock and a uppercut
Don´t talk about no millions or nothin´ ´cause you ain´t touch enough
My head race, I´m riding alone, just my mind and this chrome
Used to live in all apartments, now I´m riding to a home
And I spend like one point five on my diamonds alone
Only count on who gon´ still be by my side if it´s gone
Just a handful, you can´t never have no win if your mans lose

Exploitation off your mans, that´s a fan move
F&N have that man doing dance moves
Keep your friends cool, don´t be no damn fool
Gotta stay ruthless in the streets ´cause ain´t no damn rules
Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews
Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools?
And all these bamboos? Sticks
We ain´t worried ´bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a dick
I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics
Trigger happy, we been buyin´ licks since jits
G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense
We ain´t never get pinched, no coincidence
We was supposed to get rich ´cause we was meant for this

Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits
I hope it ain´t no incidents ´cause everybody in some whips
And we´ll trip, rip clips, flip shit
Dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain´t shit happen
And ain´t no niggas in this shit doin´ shit like this clique
Ain´t no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin´ (PTSD)