[Intro]
Ever since this world of ours began
Man's been k**ing off his fellow man yeah
Cursing and swearing and threatening the other side
As he waves flags and symbols saying 'Peace to all mankind'
[Verse 1]
I know they ain't ready for what I come with
A young fly n***a with substance
And yeah I said n***a, they give that word power
I rephrase the term, and I took the power out it
Looking for the light, sorta like a power outage
We was kids in the hall just looking for some knowledge
Had to double them O's now we looking for some dollars
Tryna f** with them ho's got me looking for some prada
Price on my soul got me looking like a product
Tired of sitting there like, "when them labels gonna sign us?"
I need that Jay-Z 300 million stunt
Put my pride to the back and brains to the front
Even though n***as shock minds, never mind
I told my momma I'ma make it and I never lie
I told my nephews I'ma do it I can't let 'em down
Almost quit 100 times, but I love the grind
I'm a black kid, but white boys love my rhymes
Black and white equal green to me, I'm color blind
So pause while I pose for the magazine
Doctor King, is this what you saw when you had a dream?
[Hook]
Hello world, wake up world
It's me world, came a long way from shackled in
And I ain't ever goin' back again
I ain't ever goin' back
Hello world, wake up world
It's me world, it's a long road after this
But I ain't ever goin' back again
I ain't ever goin' back
[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm superficial, but I'm awake though
We could parlay on politics, I'll let you pick the issue
I'm like Martin on that mountain top, still dreaming
Slavery cut us deep, we still bleeding
They looking for a hero, and I'm Superman high
Got the same cape that made Superman fly
Even though my camp stay low like Cooley High
Still tryna get a few G's like ??????????
On a quest like Quincy looking for a vibe
On the road to riches I ain't looking for a ride
Married to the game and I ain't looking for no bride
Know my way to the top I got a hookup on the fly
When they ask how I'm doing, I just say I'm good
They told me I could never make it out my neighborhood
But I don't blame you, you sounding like a hater should
But look at my I'm making bread like a baker would
Yeah... and I'm right back on it
They rather see me sour like them Lemon Heads, don't they?
Kool Aid smile, got a nice batch for 'em
Bad to the bone like an ice pack on 'em
[Hook]