Who's that peepin in my window?)
(My folk don't understand so they dont take us serious)
Everybody wanna rap but y'all don't seem sincere
Do you realize the pain goin on round here?
Think about the things that we puttin in these kids ear
Is parallel to slave stories told by Ma Dear
I'm a man with a plan since fifteen on the corner
With some beats in my hand all rapped in Saran
Sellin gettin cash, stacks, wrapped, smacked in rubber bands
I was just like you, little nigga skippin school
Smokin weed tryin to fuck something
Then I had to move
Yeah God made me choose, the dope game, rap, or school
Cause it's all fucked up
That's word to my name, now we all Screwed up
Bitches poppin pills Now they all juiced up
Black women raise your kids
Cause we don't need a lil nigga in the pen dodgin dick
And I know it sounds six six six
Oil spills on the coast but BP STILL RICH
Man them white folk ain't goin trip
Katrina, now this, they tryin to break our spirits
The devil in the form of a lick
