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Bad Health bro This that shit my nigga [Verse 1: RetcH] Tangled in this Hell hole, prolly slept with the dope packs Nomads roaming, bum ass tasting the cognac Jakes they all adore you, so you might as well just off yourself Awful health, Newports got me coughing up yellow shit Pockets getting thinner, thoughts getting more devilish Derelict, living a low life degenerate Man's shot, mom's fucked up, bitches is sucking dick Fucks a rap check, so I'm still right here on this fucking strip Do a show for four thousand people then go and sell a zip Go on tour then post in front the store like I ain't got a cent Dropping packs in the hood like the UPS nigga When I fuck these next plates up I'ma have to get the next nigga Or wait until the [?], said that niggas got a show (chill nigga) And they gon' toss a lil' dough so now I'm back up on the road But it still ain't shit cause my moms who got the house So the [?] of these thoughts is threw the 5 for the ounce [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Yo yo You know the block is hot son, you need to chill out You got a future ahead of you I know you sick of the fiends fiending to get ahead to you And risking your life Mr. You-Know-Where-To-Find-Me-For-The-7-For-The-90, I Know your circumstances coming up was fucked up But your only 21 and you ain't diss anyone, deadass Your past is what makes your present special Fuck a rap cheque? that cheque paid for the pack for the session Listen lil homie, I know I'm only 27 But I kept my head down like God in Heaven and I got my blessings A lot of my niggas doing bids tryna live like this Beating off while we really in bitches ribs No A-1 sauce on my filet mignon Could make 40 off a brick, I did that in 2 shows [Verse 3: RetcH] Yo [?] 'til Kendrick tossed me hundred Now I don't fuck with making five, don't agree with any guys Hear what you saying but you really gotta feel me my nigga Cause just the other day they tried to kill Trizzy my nigga But they hit 'em in the leg, I was working in the basement Then the news hit my phone, I'm thinking 'bout retaliation Grab a big sized .40 or adjust it for the Uzi Then cut the scene on them niggas, hit the block and make a movie I pull up like I'm working on my biceps And break a pound in my man's crib inside the projects Take a piss in the stairs like I ain't just leave the brib I remember it was nights and my stomach touched my ribs Record fucked up, lips black, was smoking all these roaches [?] tatted on my face, since the jump this shit was hopeless On my birthday, no party, no cake or nothing We was broke, what you think I sold dick for nothing (sorry) Man's passed when I was 15 on the day that I was born By some nigga from the hood that might have made a couple songs [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Hey hey, hang on What kind of attitude is that? Surely not the one to reach the altitude I'm at I ain't saying put in an application or nothing crazy Ain't no fear in your heart? No need to be afraid of a little patience Like the pediatrics They say sometime the rap game remind them of the crack game Find a balance Cause what they did with 16 zips, I did with 16 Raws in 2010 I know the pen ain't right, that's why I don't use it to write You don't even got an I.D., what laws are you abiding? (man) Retch I ain't tryna change you, just give you some game To make the transition, from the streets to the fame [Verse 5: RetcH] Yo, that shit corny, word is Bond, Soulo listen Shoulda copped a fucking brick when you dropped Control System We coulda took it to the hood and bagged it 'til our hands callus Ha, remember all that shit that you was talking about the balance? Lil scale, lil sale, prolly do a show at Yale Get back and the [?] Get Mac to pay the bails [RetcH Interlude] [Verse 6: Ab-Soul] Well, you do have a point there It ain't like I ain't tryna ball like I play point here But what if they point fingers? nigga, I'm a public figure already Everybody seen my picture already [Verse 7: RetcH & (Ab-Soul)] If you play behind the workers like you play behind the shades Do your thing up on the stage and slip out every couple days We could chef up all the yola, put some bitches on the blade Had the junkies sharing needles, prolly give each other aids (Damn, guess we can get it in all ways) Fuck it, they give each other aids (Niggas is grown these days) Yeah now you get it, catching on to it (Mhm, okay) Had these niggas on [?], wet up that raw fluid (But if I heard her speak) Nah, we got niggas in the streets And they don't eat nothing but bars You come through and they'll shoot from the car And zoom choppers same size as guitars And let 'em know that this strip here is ours (I mean you ready for War) Hell yeah I'm ready for War (Yo, fuck all this HiiiPower talk, how much that whole thing cost?)