| And I vow to tell the truth, Imma always stay honest in the booth
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| I said things you don’t wanna hear, always out of love cuz I care
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| I speak for those who can’t speak
|
| I stand up for those who don’t have feet
|
| The nerds, the dweebs, the geeks
|
| The popular kids who have lower self-esteem than the people they pick on every
|
| week
|
| The dope dealers and junkies
|
| The hoes and pimps with the money
|
| Kids with the emptiest tummies
|
| The ones with bullshit in their tummies
|
| All the lil niggas that just got hit with 5 years
|
| So my mother wouldn’t be the first to cry tears
|
| When I was locked away I overcame my fears
|
| But then my heart hurt when I thought about my peers
|
| All the family I wouldn’t be able to be there for for 5 years
|
| The light bills and pay the rent
|
| I couldn’t help but make this song my fans will never get to play
|
| In a word where rappers only looks at fans as pay
|
| How could I lay?
|
| How could I sleep
|
| When there’s way to much unjust to just adjust to the realities of being stuck
|
| So, I like my music to be free, so even if your broke you can sing
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| And I vow to tell the truth, Imma always stay honest in the booth
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| I said things you don’t wanna hear, always out of love cuz I care
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| In my home they keep calling me king
|
| I don’t know how I feel or even how I’m supposed to think
|
| That’s a heavy weight, I guess that keeps me grounded while my head inflates
|
| Being the hottest rapper doesn’t make you king to set the record straight
|
| All the starstruck fans with their arms up
|
| Don’t know how close I keep them in my heart but
|
| My people I’ve told you you keep me alive it’s so true
|
| Feeding my spirit every day, soul food
|
| He told me he hasn’t been moved by rap since 2Pac Shakur
|
| Then he heard my music, and it struck a chord
|
| I know I’ve been through all this shit in my life for something lord
|
| We both unknowingly picked eachother up from the floor
|
| They say that all is fair when it comes to love and war
|
| If you didn’t want full contact go and choose another sport
|
| I jump into the crowd just so I can touch this more
|
| Have full faith in my people, the ones who help support
|
| So, I like my music to be free, so even if your broke you can sing
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| And I vow to tell the truth, Imma always stay honest in the booth
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| I said things you don’t wanna hear, always out of love cuz I care
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| (Cuz you’re my people)
|
| (Cuz you’re my people) |