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(feat. T-K.A.S.H.)
[Verse 1: Paris]
On the stretcher, under pressure
The sensation of the slugs in my body is still fresh in me
Mama is stressinâ me
In the ambulance readinâ me Genesis 1 or 7 I only remembered half of that
As I blacked out, passed out
Woke up in general with nurses pullinâ my oxygen mask out
Iâm ready to smash out
But I canât walk, canât talk
Morphine drip, draining my train of thought, distraught
Weed and patron to make you get loose
Ran my mouth to the wrong niggas and they let loose
Let they tec shoot, Smith and Wess hit the set, hit with death
Hit my chest, clipped my breath, then they jet, damn
And just like menace, my niggas visit, revenge intended
To go to who gave it, and give it
Give âem the business
Wanna see they brains hang
Never thought I meant it
That Iâd be going through the same thing
[Hook: T-K.A.S.H.]
All I wanna do is feel better
But the red, white, and blue they got it set up
So the doctors and the nurses ainât there for us
Unless they working with the county welfare for us
Just basketball, alcohol, and jail for us
And a funky ass mr. access healthcare for us
In the hood we donât pay no attention
Cause itâs just another way for you to bury us, uh come on
[Verse 2: Paris]
Yeah, itâs time to check out, get out, before I leave
Signed paperwork, paying [?]
Prescribing me painkillers and fluids to clean my flesh out
They told me cold pain with my provider is the best route
What the fuck is cold pain with my provider and shit?
Fuck you mean if I donât pay, you ainât supplyinâ me shit?
What the fuck is health coverage? I donât go to work
âBitch, Iâm in these streetsâ Iâm yellinâ up at the clerk
Itâs nuthinâ, 6 Gâs I pulled outta my pocket, and from a ten-grand hospital bill they doctored
No diploma, no employment, no insurance, no benefits
No medicine, no better than when they let me in
I turn to mama, but mama ainât got a job
Sheâs smokinâ her damn self, thatâs why Iâm up in the mob
My niggas be stackinâ money, but niggas be actinâ funny
When I call to see whatâs up on the hundred for my recovery
[Hook: T-K.A.S.H.]
All I wanna do is feel better
But the red, white, and blue they got it set up
So the doctors and the nurses ainât there for us
Unless they working with the county welfare for us
Just basketball, alcohol, and jail for us
And a funky ass mr. access healthcare for us
In the hood we donât pay no attention
Cause itâs just another way for you to bury us, uh come on
[Verse 3: Paris]
»Phone ringing«
(Yeah.)
Hello?
(Yeah.)
Yeah. Iâm a boss in the game
(Hmm.)
Tryinâ to get my insurance on
(Get your insurance on?)
Get my insurance on
»Phone hangs up«
Hello? Man, this motherfucker hung up the phone
And I ainât feelinâ right
No prescription, no medication, so I ainât healinâ right
When I walk I limp and my shoulders is still stiff at night
Tried to get a job, they tellinâ me 90 days
I be blazed to evade the pain, mental and physical
Takinâ hella aspirin, shakinâ hella bad
When I asked the people up in Walmart about it
Made me lift my shirt and show âem the damage, I canât ignore it
They squirm like mama did, and tell me see a doctor for it
But I canât afford it
It cost money and I got it, but I canât report it
And I got to pay the ambulance, they mailed a notice
Another thug life side effect I failed to notice
This health insurance is some cold shit
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