[Intro: Termanology]
Yeah
I do it for the hood
Still do it for the hood
And for the ghetto
Food stamp baby
Every day in this life
Goin' to EBT now though
We just tryna survive
I do it for the—
Ology

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Food stamp baby, yeah, I grew up on that welfare
Pot of cheese, pot of milk, yeah, we went through hell here
And it's poor healthcare and it never felt fair
Mama get the belt, yeah, leave a couple welts, yeah
Whip your legs, not your face, so they can't tell, yeah
Feeling like the Frеsh Prince 'fore he wеnt to Bel Air
Trouble all around, cuddies caught up in the spell here
Babyface killers with a pocket full of shells here
Schools was condemned, if not, they unaccredited
Crack dealers givin' out credit where they was peddling
AIDS spreading with no cure and no medicine
Straight devilish, targeting those with melanin
Politicians give no care, they embezzling
Found the buried treasure in hip hop, it's credited
For turning ghetto kids into millionaires
Thank God 'cause in the end, the glory is his
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