[Armel]
No chips, the hood is broke, man
I should know, cuz I'm on they spokesmen
F.A. crime, we nickle and dime
Some move to CT, where them dimes is fifties
The other half went the other way
Richmond, Northford, that's all VA
And Brooklyn, I can't take it no more
They don't know we still hungry sleeping on the floor?
[Got Flow]
I just got my paycheck, I'm already broke
Look at this shit, eight and chain got growths
Federal social state, took most
Left me with nope, not a dime to spare
Shit is no joke when the bills kick in
Not to mention the kids, when the hunger sets in
Not to mention the crib that ain't paid for
Tax that be telling me, that ain't there for
While they travel in airport, I'm taking the train
With four dollars, enough for a pack of Newports
Well, well, it's back to the streets, again
Back to the fiends, and the snitches, and the thieves and them
Back to the haters and the traitors and police and them
Reason why I clap, ain't no reasoning
Bitches stab you in the back, when you feeding them
And for that, I put two in they thinking cap
Deceasing them, it's a wrap
[Sharecka]
Yeah, no chips, nothing in your budget
And your income lower's than a ant's stomach
Lack of nutrition, eating Ramen noodles for dinners
Got five for a dime, and you don't wanna spend it
You in the club with the same drink til it close
And that ain't yo dress, that's your girlfriend's clothes
Socks got holes, bills stacked up to the ceiling
Collector's calling after nine, yeah, you can kill 'em
Working check to check, welfare, hood no health care
Lack of dental, heavy body, they rap a little
Straight street, nigga sell CD's to eat
Mixtapes, instrumental beats, peace