We All Fucked Up

Yo, what's the, what's the bet?

The bet's six or we're 'bout to stop?

What y'all playin' for, pennies? What the fuck is this?

Niggas ain't got it like that, boy, we fucked up

Yeah, East New York

This right here is dedicated to my son, Dee R.O.K., RIP, Lil D.

Know what I mean?

Just real people doing real things, man (Brooklyn)

You know e'rybody out here struggling in this recession

We all fucked up, ain't nobody got it

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We all fucked up, e'rybody broke

Niggas uptown overchargin' for the coke

Cable got cut off, rent is overdue

The gas and the light 'bout to go off too

We all fucked up, ask Obama

I can't even pay for a doctor for my momma

Two kids coming and I ain't got a job

Crack ain't selling, so a nigga gon' rob

We all fucked up

I don't know why they frontin'

Ain't nobody out here really makin' nothin'

Nobody's selling records, niggas selling they cars,

Pawnin' they jewelry, that shit is gettin' hard

Got the dope boys ready to go rob

Even got black niggas now fuckin' with the mob

If you ain't a go-getter, then nigga, you gon' starve

Niggas wear fake jewels and bitches won't stop

Super Fly bum bitches tryna hit the jackpot

Nigga with a jump shot or a good crack spot

Even got the Matlock movin' that crack rock

Crackhead catch you on a back block,

Rob you for a laptop

Niggas shit mad high 'cause nobody is eatin'

Over a li'l bread, best friends start beefin'

Then they start reachin', grabbin' for the heat and

All of this because the economy we see

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I ain't like them other rappers that rap in the booth

Actin' like it's all good, I'ma give you the truth

(Murda, what the fuck is you doin', looking for some milk 

when we got no milk in the crib? Go sell some crack. 

You ain't doin' shit. Let's go, sell some weed, do somethin'.

We ain't got no bread, we don't got nothin' in this fuckin' crib. 

I'm tryna fuckin' talk to you 'bout this.)

What you know about your baby momma bein' on your back?

Tellin' you to go rob somebody and go sell crack

'Cause your kids need clothes, school start in a week

And your 'frigerator empty, ain't nothin' to eat

Shit, the recession got the streets lookin' dry

Niggas selling weed till that coke price too high

Lame niggas robbin' niggas thinkin' they caught a break

Go to the pawn shop, find out the jewel's fake

The holidays comin' up, niggas doin' bad

Your kids hate you, they wish you wasn't they dad

They ain't gettin' nothin' for Christmas, you should be ashamed

They walk around like “Man, my daddy a lame.”

It's hard out here for a G

They don't wanna hear that, they want that PlayStation 3

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It ain't no joke

We got church niggas that turn into cutthroats

You can catch the baddest chick from the hood

And back her at a strip club with a lame nigga

With enough to get his dick sucked

Strong-arm niggas move around like they're pimped up

Little niggas is shootin' the second they come inch up

Politicians takin' money, lawyers tryna bleed a nigga 

For a couple dollars, they manipulate procedures for you

Shit, don't matter if your school was prestigious,

Right now niggas would take the cross off of Jesus

Homes gettin' foreclosed, cars gettin' repossessed

Now he hold heat, 'cause he stressed

He got his baby moms beefin', his man in the can

His li'l daughter's sick and she ain't got a health plan

Convicted felon, so a nigga in the jail

Frustration'll make him kill a man, I can understand

[Chorus]

You heard me

We ain't frontin' like the rest of these rap niggas 

Actin' like it's all good

That rap shit's smoke and mirrors, man

Shit fucked up out here, nigga

Ask Obama, man

Niggas are starvin'

You gotta work to get welfare money, nigga

Fuck

Shout out to my jailed niggas of Attica Clan

All over, nigga

• Artist:Ra Diggs
• Album:Pray For My Enemies