[Verse 1: Danpagne]
Still I'm so soulful
In a world that I got no hope for
Man, It's real in the field
Black or white, that's our people getting k**ed
Whether it's the d** or the f**ing pigs
I can't watch the news, it makes me f**ing sick
Can't you see the media tryna put us against eachother?
White black latino I don't care we brothers
You must be blind to believe it's a racial thing
What you see on tv, that's what they make you think
Straight like that, they don't wanna see us come together
They rather us k** eachother, sell d** for cheddar
And get caught in the system under pressure
I rather die 'bout mine than to think I was gon' surrender
I don't got time for b**hes, all they do is gon' stress ya
And my old b**h with a new man that can't love her better
Talk about under pressure, people looting, people shooting
Thinking should I keep a gun in the drawer or on the dresser?
Anything can happen, you should keep that sh** in arms reach
Matter fact, i think I should keep that sh** on me
People k**ing for Js and SnapBacks from Don C
Meanwhile, I'm at Barneys shopping for Givenchy
So I got used to the "look over my shoulder" life
I roll a dice, you can't relate to this if you don't know the price
Yea I plan to save the game, and Ima overwrite
On any name before me cuz I ain't heard sh**, to me ya'll just over-hyped
They too busy educating kids how to pour a double cup
I was one of them, that sh**'ll have you nothing but f**ing stuck
A roller coaster ride that I forgot to buckle up
I don't know if I walked the tight rope or played Double Dutch
I'm still hustling though, if you asked me I woulda answered back "hustle what?"
You know That "If you need it, I got it" sh**
I dabbled with pills but Maryjane was my bottom b**h
16 selling to single moms and college kids
Take you on a field trip to this real sh**
Now it's proving 'em wrong worth more than a meal tick
Cuz it'd be priceless seeing those faces real sick
Elders tried to regulate me, I ain't hear sh**
I said f** em cuz someone said sky's the limit
And I broke thru the ceiling
Take my 2 cents, new friends create loose ends
Ill just take a few Ms, and let me paint the coupe red, and always give you that soulful sh**