(Verse 1) Looking in on what they could have told me, Never met a rapper with a real story But I know a couple town folk who down for whatever, With a real back bone, who can hold a vendetta Like don't listen to the hype and vice, This the revenge of the school yard fights Speak to the people that need that light, and relate with every one who really ain't your type We don't speak like rappers, we act like men, look in my eyes when you shake my hand Look in my past, take a flick while you can, stick to the script or stick to the plan And ask these kids what they looking for, be the same exact reason we did it for Body feel like I might rigor mortis that sh** ya'll been looking for, looking for This and I gotta let it go, too many of us better than we know Too many of us never will know, so we get a set job on a set payroll And grind that out til' I see my bones, everybody wonder where I been so long Cause' I didn't wanna see you when you came back home, in ya backyard barbecue table full of blow Where ya go, where ya been, Got everybody here looking in Got everybody wanna be my friend, but you don't know me and I don't know them So thats when I gotta draw the line, keep it real banksy my design Everyday gotta pave another way, but thats what you pay when you tryna stay prime