[Verse 1: Nick Gray]
Ima give em a quick 6
If the QB pa** ima jump it and pick 6
Avoid every hit stick
Slick but I won't slip
Got tread so the whip whips
Crack when the whip whips
Got hands so I stack chips, make gymnasts do back flips
I'm tryna make dad rich, happy he had kids
Show him I am sh**
Show him I can win
Our nation really a nation got white red and black kids
I came from the sticks they came from the bricks
But we all got things in common like coppin kicks, rockin lids, I live to spit
Got Dj's who live to spin
If u a little drunk hit the spliff and start to spin, we all have the heart to win
But its kinda hard to win when all odds against you
Pot smoking underage drinking kids so cops against you
But we above the rim like ten two
Everything I've done and will do, and will say, I meant too
I really did
[Verse 2: Nick Gray]
I've got nothing but breath
The one thing everyone has in common is d**h
Once the prerogatives met what's next
When everyone's gone, is there anyone left(?)
How do you who's right, how you can tell they correct
How you sposed to react when things ain't whatchu expect them to be
But realize, you gotta accept them as thee
In real time no rewinds, no redo's, no sleep proves
Dedication means, sleep deprivation means
More time on music less time for education
But f** education fees, what's education mean
Knowledge is power, college is business, with too much profit in it
But kids who don't get it get stuck washing dishes, mopping floors stocking fridges
Off to war trained to k**
Out the norm take a pill
Out the lore came the real, cantcha feeeeel it
Not many can it's too much to deeeaaal with