I see the same ponds same ducks
Same song, young bucks
Living off he same luck
Never even came up
Why you think the dope game stay in the hood like
Muhammad Ali used to stay wit da good fight
Tell homie shake left, buddy must have shook right
Now they stull dreaming but, never having good nights
Need food, think hard
Rap game, think smart
Aint on, look holmes
Two words, link card
Government recruit champs
Send em all to boot camp
Military two step
get up on yo hustle til yo money you can juggle
til Stella get that groove back
And you makin new stacks, got at least two jets
No more food stamps, or selling bodies
that the story and the life of
young queen struggling just to buy the diapers
say it aint in me, cause my resume aint friendly
but i'm sick of feeling pity
til they get up and the partake,
we keep giving headaches
and heartaches, no tylenol, all we got is dialogue
uniting all, food for thought
moving like a fireball
inviting all of yall to come chill up in my dining hall
-Josh
