I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blastin' Donny Hathaway
Me and my nikkas spendin' half the day
Plottin', how we gon' get this math today with out gettin' blast away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, nikka gotta right to spark
Right from the start, they place me in the ghetto, tender age of nine
My tender mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldn't wish this on nobody life to end up like mine
Ever since I was quite young a nikka been in a bind
Had to scratch for every plaque, even rap ain't even all its 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 rappin'
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 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
nikkas can't stop me with rumors, I'm too strong
All-day socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulgin'
Holdin' it down on the corner with my block frozen
My spot is rollin', drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closin' in, I can do the time
But whats really on my mind, there ain't no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them I'm retired, but they like whatever
You know them pigs don't wanna see you get your life together
