Abortions

[Verse 1]

Abortions, baby coffins, pops in my head like Dolphins

Making my Momma nauseous, throws up crip like vomit

Slang to make a profit for sneakers and other garbage

Riding round, brains he blow like Nintendo cartridge

It started in 2001, Cops ran in the house and they all had guns

Lil' niggas in the house screaming "Daddy don't run!"

Loud man said "If you move, you die in front of your son!"

So he ran to the shredder with envelopes in the pillow

The way the cops came in, would've thought my Dad's a killer

Now my Dad's going to prison, Mom's stuck with three little niggas

And she just gave birth to my youngest baby sister

Big Bro' and hers were doing time for a pistol

Used to sell that crystal, baby Momma's name is Crystal

I wish you would've never hit that lick

Could've went to college, could've been the next Michael Vick

But instead he on the block shooting dice and hitting licks

Banging Screw and sipping syrup

Always on that dumb shit

Three weeks after graduation, credit card fraud

Burglary a habitation

Used to sell dope just to pay his probation

Southwest Alief Texas was the location

Product of environment, hood habitation

Got me racing to the corner store

For another box of Swishas

So I can ease my mind, caress my conscience not to shoot the pistols

Fuck the cops with shiny badges, walkie-talkie, loud whistles

Locked us up in cages, we be raging so we called niggas

All this segregation got us changing cause we all different

Make you change your name for fortune fame cause diamonds all glitter

Fuck the whips and chain, you whipped in chain, that's why you call it nigga

But we still kill each other, did we forget or don't remember?

I think we just pretend

Cause nowadays your enemies could be your best of friend

Gotta' keep them at a distance, there's intentions you don't know about

[?] with precision, so I'm rolling out

Sick of niggas bitching, I got ceilings that I'm worried 'bout

Plus I'm still living and I'm cripping, what you know about

Lonestar, Section eight, funerals but first to wait

Stayed in the Full house, no Ashley and Mary Kate

Used to move a ton of weed just so I could buy some Bape

Trynna' get Paid in Full, Money making Mitch and Ace

Gotta' sip the codeine, Actavis I love the taste

Fuck your church believe in God, religion is like love and hate

Them hypocrites don't give a shit cause life is 'bout the money man

Whether you're flipping coke or working in the grocery store

Stacking paper growing wise, the man told me as he spoke

A nigga trynna' take mine, I'm gunning

Nike's on the pavement, I'ma stand for something

Fuck running

[Outro]

This life, everything happens for a reason, or so they say

I just want to know, what's mine

Kream Clicc Gang