if you ain't feeling the pain
if you ain't drench from the rain
while you wait for the sun
from the slums it was all about the waiting the gun
rolling the drop top with the pretty chick
niggas might love you but they hate you the one
you know this shit well if you come from it
we're used to the pain sorta numb from it
if you all for the war i wouldn't run from it
weein' in my stance socks
told you i'ma make a stand
fuck it i'ma take the land
hand in hand can't take the stand
niggas skat go an' make a plan
you ain't ready for the shoot out
thinking it's time to ride
thinking it's time to die
coming from the poorest hood
i'm an asshole but i ain't full of shit though
call me the phantom but i would drive a pinto
i don't rate your rhymes but i kill you with a pencil
shit you out just like lentils
my condolences ain't that coincidental
life's a bitch pass me a rubber
pass the beat i'ma kill em
i don't rate your rhymes but i kill you with a pencil
shit you out just like lentils