Everybody screaming gang, y'all just wanna be so tough Y'all don't even live in the hood but you be swearing that you a thug See, when you born in my situation, you just fu*kin' hopin' that you could get out, eh You don't wanna stay up in these fu*kin' places, you would be working to make your way up To the top, off the top ; That's the start of a problem solved I'm gon' start up a fu*kin' riot Rising up my dying right hand Gripping a scythe and masking myself up Nobody likes attempting to stop us Lie to us and lie in dust I don't mind wiping your trust Leave you paranoid, and fearing noise Send you off with a gust See this sh*t real, but you don't live it Wanna do drugs, exaggerated living Most dangerous situation you ever came with, I bet you put yourself in it Closest to dying that you ever came would've been trying to show off with your friends Now tell me what your life like, and don't you dare try to fabricate Tell me why you write like you never had someone try to take it Yet you claiming that you hated, and you claiming you so famous This sh*t don't add up, no it don't add up So sit your ass down before you get blasted Now this ain't fashion, this is rapping Why you acting like you bad when You just mad that you stay lacking Any survival tactics of a black kid Living in the jungle of a piece of sh*t city Thrown in the urban with those who don't get me Everybody hating on those who do better Ain't no support, only downgrading letters Tell me why the people who were granted much lives Try so hard to put up several fronts and lie all the time, I Know some real shooters who do smile all the time, and I Know some suburban fu*ks who talk about bodies all the time, why.... Fake To the top, Off the top..... Yeaah yeah aye yeah yahh