[Chorus ?]
Man, you fucking with a hitta
I've been on the road, man, I gotta get paid
I was down and had to get up
Before I crossed these roads, man, I’m looking both ways
Back against the wall, I had no one to call
Problems always follow when you can't shake them off
Monkey on my back, I took too many losses
Way too many losses

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Well known trilla, we the [?]
Never aim below the ceiling, I ain't [?] my feelings
I’m caught up in this field, and if the [?] plug, [?] that's a drill
Say I'm [?] for the Wokky, give it here
Cubicals in my ear, blew a bag on the gear
Sipping, can bairley stear
Suckas been on my reer
'Cause they been taking losses all year, Blood, I sware
Dope smoke [?]
I was tought to play it fair
I was tought to go to war, for niggas wanna take it there
God answered my prayers, I can finally feed the fam
My back against the wall, I wiggled out of that jam

[Chorus ?]
Man, you fucking with a hitta
I've been on the road, man, I gotta get paid
I was down and had to get up
Before I crossed these roads, man, I'm looking both ways
Back against the wall, I had no one to call
Problems always follow when you can't shake them off
Monkey on my back, I took too many losses
Way too many losses
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