[Verse 1]You ain't been gettin’ this money all your lifeOh you forgot about the roaches and all the miceOut here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist lifeWhat happened to art is life?All of you kids is in charter schoolAnd you startin' to do everything in privateMaybe that’s from all of the charter flightsMake sure whatever you're doing is not in the darkYou know this shit is bound to come out eventuallyUnderneath all the lightsRob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rightsDegrade him all his life, rape his daughter, his wifeNine months later, use the baby as piranha baitWe wasn't even allowed to pray, let alone read or writePeople like Cube opened them doorsAnd politically correct negroes like youClose 'em to keep your iceClap for 'em, they make you feel like they love you thereYour whole platform could swim with the fishesLike Huggy Bear[Interlude]Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won't move at all. It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something. Right. You won’t say anything on anyone’s behalf at this point?[Verse 2]You ain't been gettin’ riches ya whole lifeOh, you done forgot? The oven door openOn the stove in the kitchen to heat up the house'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right?Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far awayJust ’cause you neighbors with Britney and K-FedEvery artist in the game are phonyFuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way backAnd all the same thots in the game been givin' the same topTo the same guys in the game like one of Sway hatsThe plight of the miserable wasted talentOnly guys with the hits are the Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shitThis is what happens when your favorite artist never get challengedYour favorite fella from the NFL has been silencedMy dad said, "Under no circumstance should a manConsidered a legend have nothing left on his deathbedAnd any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rightsShould lose the use of his right and left leg"They say I couldn't do it, so I went out and did itThey said they gave it to me, so I ain't ask for moreI stayed active every time a door slammed in my faceStayed at the door, I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin'I did it my way without all the complainin'And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or WaleFor the validation of all the bloggersAnd all the same gay ass awardsFuck y'all and all them gay ass awardsWe are livin' inside the same hellAnd we all willin' to die to go the same heavenBut we are lyrically not on the same levelI'm scribblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain lettersI'm not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddarI'm here for respect or else I'm willin' to take off the beltAnd whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans[Interlude]A house negro look at you and say"Man you crazy, what you mean separate?Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this?"It was that house negroIn those days he was called a house niggaAnd that's what we call him today, 'cause we still got some house niggers running around here[Verse 3]You only been livin' a small part of your life all the way upOh you forgot about your home that you grew up inWhen you were starvin' with nothing, when it was stripes on all The canned goods in your closets and cupboardsYou grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustlerMy grind Shawn Carter as fuckI go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nutPlus, none of these artist can beat meI'm Truman and Christ on the Noah's Ark on the waters of FijiI'm truly the type that'd push your wig farther than BCLeave your brains all over the streetMy heart's on my sleeve, put my seed in the Garden of EdenAnd start a new species, please, you know my steezHow you got a team and you ain't got loyalty?How is y'all the kings and you ain't got royalties?I been around homicides since Marky DKool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez[Verse 4]Children is dyin', women is cryin', we under attack, foolWhat a better time to be famous, black and impactfulName somethin' better to come together as one to react toShit we still comin' back from a checkered past like lumber jack suitsYou play for the NFL, I just wanna ask youIf you don't kneel with Kaep, it's simple mathThey cannot run it past youNiggas innovate, people penetrate, exclamateOff our inner hateWe oblige, so they make the riches, we don't riseThey just keep us highProduct of slave privilege, cop Ferraris to race a niggaI do any job you can pay, if I can make a livin'Vodka straight, a whole lotta pacin'Just so I can make a decisionKeep a honorable spiritWith not a whole lot of faith to distributeThey took the scriptures away and replaced itAfter makin' they own racist revisionsThey crazy, basically they create shit just to play shitTo take away shit to rig itI'm pretty sure they Maker is livid, they racist, they bigotsWhat's Christian about that?The fakeness is vivid, the paper is printedThey should wake up every dayAnd pray to the nature of businessFuck a Laker, I could never play for the PistonsAt the expense of creatin' divisionThe Wraith is exquisite, I'm 'bout that paperBut it's gon' prob'ly take me a minuteI much rather be a atheist chasin' my faith through a prismAssumin' the information is realThen play for a racist with a racist agendaI hate you niggas, bow figuresThe misappropriation of wisdom got youSlaves to your own alienism, to pay a few bills, house niggaI rather get hit with a Patriot missileThan to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotismThey say a broke' clock is right two timesBut it's never accurateTruth time, okayIf some of us don't have time, some of us have timeSome of us perform in the halftimeSome of us boycottin' halftimeSome of us standin' up, some of us sittin' downReparations will never get back to usThey'll forever just laugh at usI think I found a way for you niggas to face your truthGo ahead and try to trace your rootsThat shit is rather miraculousThem niggas took away the messageAnd mess with the message in itEmbellish it just to spin it, just to sell that shit back to us
