[Verse One: Fes Roc]
Shots bust in, [bad word] in, on n**gaz hustlin'
You know the science of money is substance, the evils
My peoples live illegal, stack dough that equals
To large amounts, that's hard to count

I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken
We on the block pitchin', while the cops watch with optic vision
Listen, my hood is chaos, it never sleeps, crime's got us knee
Deep in the streets, uh, between the sheets

I write verses, while the Devil curses
Watchin' young kingpins get put in hearses, the fiends lurkin'
For the dream merchant, their last days seems certain
He overdose before they close the curtain

 [bad word] 
Tryna tackle the grind, stress hard on my soul
And shackle my mind, makin' my heart cold and my head hot
Cause's bread [bad word] #39; in and I'm losin' my cool
Like the summer wind strollin' through

My goal is to stand on the bottom of my feet again
Even if it means robbin' then I got 'em in the street in
Broad day and no this ain't of God's way, so I'm hopin'
If opportunity knocked, then mine locked, doors open

[Verse Two: Elzhi]
I'm livin' fast, but cash is movin' slow in motion
I'm goin' through ups and downs like I'm roller coastin'
Ridin', hidin' feelings behind a wide grin
I almost died inside when I couldn't provide ends

Meet, wish I could say life's been sweet
In street drama, the thermometer blends heat
Heat, I'm tryna find a way, depression is grew high
I search for a blue sky, but I'm seein' signs of gray

I got a line I say, if [bad word] with two [bad word] a trey
Add a fourth, I watch how these words on a pad'll morph
Into a rhyme, this might get me out the sewer grime
Many get stuck, few'll climb

They pursue a crime because my city's so poor
My n**ga Jay got killed robbin' his video store
Tryna provide for his seed, seed
He felt his world cavin' in before the day that he bleed

And indeed, greed will f**k your mind if you give it brain
Or give it head, that's one the same
As long as [bad word] #39; through my hundred veins
 [bad word] together whether the weather is sun or rain

 [bad word] 

[Verse Three: Elzhi]
It's been another murder, where it never shine, shine
Hustlers off in these streets, agin' like fine wine
Ever the lost souls at the age of nine, grind
Grew eyes in the back of my head for who behind mine

That backstab, smack dab in your stacked abs
'Til it black scab, feel the pressure like cracked crab
They say the streets is watchin'
When clicks meet they leave you six feet inboxed in

The block's been good to the hood, got hella bad
Some young fellas that caught slippin', can tell he sad
F**k it, that's how it go, you just got to keep your eyes peeled
Heard about some guys killed inside my old junior high's field

They said a crackhead did it for white powder
He fiendin' and so he left 'em leanin', I seen 'em
To just a day ago, that's the way it go
Where they ain't payin' dough, so get to layin' low

[Outro: Elzhi]
Man, make you wanna do somethin' crazy man
Get on that Tupac, Juice tip
Get to robbin' a liquor store or somethin'