作词 : Christopher Rogers/Shaka Dendy
 作曲 : Christopher Rogers/Shaka Dendy
Mickey and drug money What started it all
I was raised in the swamp ‘til I started to crawl
Up out the sunshine state, the gun shine state
Where the winter temperatures high as the gun crime rate
And I swear that the summers getting hotter, juugs going crazy
Momma need her medicine and new Mercedes
Niggas catching fades like they catching cases
Crackas catching bodies, parents losing babies
To the chains, or the gangs, or the grave, or the pipe
Prison pipeline since third grade, so it’s like
**** a FCAT, nigga where yo TEC at?
Say  you with the shits? My lil jits finna test that
Got an issue with it? Then we can address that
Get your orange juice squeezed and your shit pressed back
Hammer in the Jansport
Let the bodies hit the dance floor
Cursed with the plague of a white-faced gaze
Branded by the sun, blessed  be the taste
Murder on my tongue, this my be the day
Nip it in the bud, pencil to her trach’
Never be safe,
Never be afraid, I’ll put ‘em in a lake
Push me ‘til I break, If you sew it then I reap it and I rake
I’m a mother****in’ lunatic
Slippin’ through the cracks, yeah I’m with the shits
Hammer in the Jansport
Let the bodies hit the dance floor
This for my nigga Sexy, I ain’t seen ‘em in a minut
Caught a body jackin’ chains, he was gettin it how he lived it
He used to be the bro  like we had the same sister
Introduced me to the dro, showed me how to break a Swisher
Young boys like J***e, home invasion turned murder
Got locked after prom, he’ll be out around thirty
Now he in 33rd, three hots and a cot
Them summer days long and them nights get hot