Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us
I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us
Or how they feeling us, gotta look real and tough
Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
Came a long way from a boat and an auction
Now we got names and a vote, then a coffin
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out, couldn’t understand
The mechanics and the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how you survive, I ain’t trying to survive
I’m tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I’m writing, I’m trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme…
Yo, I’m sure that everybody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain’t really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
A simple plan for life is change
Find yourself the nicest frame
Strange
Then you see the light, man
Then you find the right, lane
On a bright, day
Money kept, is twice as good as money burned
And money won, is twice as sweet as money earned
Me mommy love me, like she love her nappy head
She sang me fables, when she used to wrap me dreads
She said me look like me grandpappy, now he dead
He never met me, but he loved me, yeah he did
He was a king, before me Ma became a queen
They killed him dead, because he tried to stop the war
Me momma love me, like the song that she sings
But I think she loves me just a little bit more
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Majored in chemistry, PHD in streetology
Degree in drug industry
Combinin’ H²O with matter from crack batter
Residue molecules scatter
Launchin’ rockets to make the pocket fatter
Mind brighter, the nine starts a crime
G equals and MC that ain’t near the square son I gets mine
They say you’re nobody till somebody kills you
But where I’m from you’re nobody till you kill somebody
I’m trying to do better than good enough
I won’t deny it I’m a straight ridah
I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
What I see, on the daily
deals with reality, so come follow we on this journey
If skills sold, truth be told, I’d probably be lyrically Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
But I did 5 mill’ – I ain’t been rhyming like Common since
is this reality or trickery? I donno I donno
Even if I was blindsided by mack trucks
In the side street, in the alley way, in a foreign city
I’d still make it back home
On a highway
No bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio, no satellite
I’d still make it back home
Look at me close I’m the perfect host you standin too close
So back up, you should never try to act up
The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy
One of a kind I throw a helluva line
My style is fender bendin’ sendin’ rappers to the pit stop
Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke
Music blastin’ and the Arab V blunted
See You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck
Couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Live out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit’s about
If I was your best friend, I want you ’round all the time
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you’ll be mine
Homicide’s illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
Kool Aid and frozen pizza, it’s a work of art I ain’t talking mona lisa
I’m tryna learn something new
I’m tryna find myself, I’m searching deep for Kendrick Lamar
I read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God
They say he the key to my blessings, and if I speak the good
Into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock
Money flow like water, I’ll just wait at the dock
And by the way I’mma start, finding more light to shed
Like a small garage in your backyard
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I’m investin’ mils on a hunch over lunch
Puffin’ on a Chesterfield, who wants to test
The real scandalous?
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines
Believe in everything that you doing and just like that
Things will happen for you, keep shining them rays
It’s bright enough to spread grace over a million graves
Over a million slaves to bring honor to the elders
Who held us away from danger when the danger would have killed us
They never failed us but they souls have peace
And follow in their steps, you got brothers to keep
In this good life
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
I woke up this morning and figured I’d call you
In case I’m not here tomorrow, I’m hoping that I can borrow
A peace of mind, I’m behind on what’s really important
My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life
I’m fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine
Call the coroner!
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Today was a good day
We brave in the heart, playing’ a part, amazingly smart
Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art
Takin’ New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas
Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough
Hold your toaster low; business, never personal
Just some words to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry ’em
Depends on the state, If death is my fate, then cool, I’m dyin’