Had to scratch for every plaque, even rap ain't even all it's cracked up to be
nikkas don't stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, claustrophobic, the only way out was rapping
America don't understand it, the demographics I tapped in
I'm the truest nikka to do this, nikka, and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like the Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nikka, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
shyt, I floss on my off-days, fukk what they all say