b**h, I sell dope [8x]
Everybody wanna be a n***a till the cops come
Reaching for your wallet, hear a shot rung, run
Rockin long john's out this ice cold
This momma need a new crib, dice roll, whoa
Maybe I stress up out it too much, I guess
It only manifest when you say it in pa**ing
Why I only wanted 40 acres and an Aston
If the universe is yours in which you askin' for
I ain't asking for much, all I want is some more
Man I hate money cause its attached to survival
All you hear in these raps now is "Get money"
And I ain't tryin' to not survive, so what do I do
Rhyme about the same sh**, n***a get money
'less you know another way up out this paradigm
Since I'm a man, I ain't clickin' on Ruby Hill
The truth is stranger than fiction, it do be ill
All you hear in these raps now, is who we k**
Who we body, the new Bugatti, Illuminati
If it's just you and them f** boys, then who gon' stop me
How you and them f** boys gon' coup de grâce me
I mean I put the rock in Rocky
My verse is for my nerd n***as, no one for you zombies
This that boom bap, k**a, k** a coon rap
You should rock a white tee that say "Why me?"
You should, you should run yourself
Buy a gun, get it over with, done yourself
You afraid to be real, never been yourself
So you rock a gold chain, and froze Bin Yousef
Can't beat us, can't chill with us
And you can't build with us, unless you Imhotep
Yep, crime, we put the rock in Rocky
My verse is for my nerd n***as, no hook for you zombies
Since this cool rap snatched out your brain
It's been token blacks, everywhere
House n***as throw rocks in gla** house of pain
I was broken gla**, everywhere, yeah
[Excerpt]
We call each other brother, well what does that mean
"Brother what's happenin'" "Nothin, man"
"Brother, how you makin' it" "Steady fighting the man"
That's the dialogue of a dead man
Here we are, continually shooting each other down
That's what the pigs want
For us to keep ourselves divided
Instead of seeing and doing what we can for the young brothers and sisters coming behind us
We are here smothering each other
Brothers k**ing brothers
And this has got to stop
It's only a matter of time before we go
We go either, dying of pneumonia in some cold building
Or dying of an overdose of sh** or wine in the gutter
Or they shoot us down in the street
All that is immaterial
If we have to die, then let it be so that the language of the young brothers and sisters coming behind us
Can be the dialogue of living men
You got to get up from sleep now, king
Rise and shine, king, wake it up