Beschreibung
[verse 1]
First off every man ain't who they claim to be.
One thing's for certain, ain't no changing me.
If I died today, just know I died solid.
Was I a street n!kka, a rapper, or just God's Prophet?
Cause I can give you punchlines or Divine logic.
Tell all my n!kkas don't fall victim to Divide & Conquer.
Cause that's the guaranteed way that we will not prosper.
Why tell that woman to be a bad b!tch & not a Doctor?
Go tell that young n!kka to pick up a book & not a chopper.
Am I a hypocrite, cause I know better but I'm still with the sh!#?
Convicted felon but I still ride with them extended clips.
Free all of my dawgs out the pen. They all innocent.
We was really blind to the Law. Yea we was ignorant.
Knew that we could go to jail, but not for them sentences,
It was 28th of the month, was tryna get the rent.
Ran up in that liquor store, now he doing 56.
Mom's out here sucking d!ck for crack, tryna get the fix.
Real sh#! ...whooo...sh!t is sickenin'
[verse 2]
Late night riding through the city, bumping Prince & the Revolution.
Customized the coupe, vehicular evolution.
& some people think it's stupid all the flashing n sh!t,
but you gotta understand, some n!kkas never had sh!t,
Kanye said it best, "Wait till I get my money right"
I'll slide through that strip stuntin' on a Sunday night.
I'm not Nas, sh.. but all I need is One Mic
& I gotta shine cause we only get one life.
Ever thought about, why we speak on how we styling n!kka?
How ironic, sh.. you know we started out as Cotton pickers.
Now we rock the flyest cottons, tryna get acknowledged
with no knowledge of the ones that had to die for us to prosper!
I'm not here to preach no gospel, I know y'all rather hear me gossip.
This Miaci 100, I am thee fuxkin apostle
wit a chopper for the Opposition, where the competition?
N!kka, I ain't got no limits.