| Back when I was 15 it seemed Ugly was untouchable
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| What, they gonna throw me in the juvy for a month or two?
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| Try me, I still ain’t doin' nothing that you want me to
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| Cuttin' and disrupting every classroom discussion
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| Cussin' out my mom, puffin' blunts, gettin' dusted
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| Overwhelmed with distrust in everything that I wasn’t
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| Things I know now, I guess I felt 'em back then
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| Power and control reflect fear among men
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| The shit that they condemn you can see amongst them
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| So I never ever ever want to be amongst them
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| See a landscape littered with the blisters of potential
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| People letting ghosts govern most of they mental
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| The opposite adults your folks hope you’d resemble
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| Doomed from the get like a goat in the temple
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| Hard to not dwell among fear
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| Knowing that the court treat crime so severe
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| But I’m blowin' smoke out the window being so cavalier
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| Sh-shakin' up the bottle when I open the beer
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| Only obligation is to prosper in my operations
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| Money motivations stay gaudy ostentatious
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| Ain’t even a challenge cuz the rap game basic
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| I ain’t heard talent since
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| Face it, it’s fact not assumption
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| Rap sound like shit like «ship» with the fronts in
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| Hate getting lumped in, giant next to munchkins
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| Catch me on the other side wildin' in the dungeon |