| Yeah, yeah, uh
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| Grammy nominated, never won it though
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| Don’t need it but deep down I want it though
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| Bank account still at a hunnid though
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| My bank account still at a hunnid
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| Aye, but that don’t mean shit
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| That don’t mean that I’m shit
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| It’s just me and my clique and we bombin' this shit
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| Ain’t no drama and shit, now I’m throwin' a fit
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| Watch me throw on a fit and get lit like I’m Evel Knievel
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| Just me and my people, we call this a sequel
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| To Under Pressure, ain’t no need to measure
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| Who the best, fuck around, know who the best
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| Who give a shit? |
| I just spit about things that I know and I love
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| R-A-double-T, I put nothing above
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| Like that thing in the glove
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| From Maryland to L.A., I’m a motherfucking boss with the bars
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| And I’m down for the cause
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| Who down for the cause?
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| Take a step back, hold it down for the
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| Put the city on the map
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| Put the city on my back
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| Let 'em know you’re never ever comin' back
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| Don’t be scared to murk 'em all
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| Hurt 'em all
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| Watch 'em all get a fall
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| Watch 'em all get a fall
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| When you grow up in the hood without a male role model
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| And your mama turn to the bottle
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| Give a damn about status
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| Who the baddest?
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| I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be
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| This shit is systemic inside of us, B
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| The media lie to us, B
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| Tell us that we can be whoever we want to be
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| And then when we try, what they tell us? |
| (What they tell us?)
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| What they tell us? |
| To live more realistically
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| Ay, fuck that, get the fuck back, fuck rap and all that noise
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| Growin' up how I grew up, I really never had a choice
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| Had killers and murders in my house and they was all of my boys
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| But deep down I always knew better, knew that shit I need to avoid
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| Yo, ay yo
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| I gotta lot on my mind
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| Got a lotta work ahead of me
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| I’m tryin' to maintain balance of my time
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| Never one to let it bottle up like everything fine
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| That’s how you go crazy and end up in the pond
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| I’ve been talkin' up my therapist
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| Rhymes I been writin' so hot you would think it was in Arabic
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| Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless
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| I got soul like Parrish
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| Yeah, from Tokyo to Paris
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| My bitch bad, stay with money like a Heiress
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| Time with my wife and my son, what I cherish
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| Just try to relax ya mind
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| Just try to relax ya mind
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| Just try to relax ya mind
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| Just try to relax ya mind |