Man Tell Why These Lil’ Independents Think They Can Rock With Nathan

If They Coming, Hope I Catch ‘Em, Decapitating They Faces

Politicking And Debating Since Jiggy Made “Dilla Made” It

‘Til We Make It, We Just Making Some Music For Fornication

Fuck it

Oops, I Forgot I Didn’t Do An Introduction

Call Him 20 From The South

Pimp Walking Like He Caught The Gout

Show Me How Me You ‘Bout It, Stop Showing It For A Little Clout

I Highly Doubt, You Falling Off, But Show Out For A Word Of Mouth

The 803 Where I Landed, I'm Not From Atlanta

Still These Negus Out Here Is Apes, And They Tote Bananas

Cops Always Asking Some Questions, And They Chеck The Camera’s

Ladies Lovе Taking Some Pictures Just For The Instagrammers

Gotta Love ‘Em

Gotta Keep ‘Em Black Because They Throw That Booty Back When I Give ‘Em That...

(Moan)

But Fuck It, On The Chase For Money

I Don’t Need No Interruptions

‘Less You Talking ‘Bout Cash, Then We On The Same Subject

And That’s Only ‘Cause I Gotta Get My Momma Out The Struggle

Buy A Couple Businesses For My Sisters And My Brother

Yeah I’ll Probably Buy A Maserati And A Lil’ Hummer

But I Can’t Get No Materials Until I Got Some Commas

And That’s Word To The Lil' Nigga Coming Up

Get Your Money Right And Family Straight, Then Fuck It Up

Probably Bad Advice But Shit We All Got Vices

Whether Lust, Greed, Pride We All Living In A Crisis

But Anyways

Back To The Basics, Y’all Don’t Like The Deep Shit

But I’mma Spit It ‘Cause I Don’t See Many I Compete With

Now I Don’t Want Everybody Be An Over Conscious Rapper

But Give The People A Mix, Like Kanye With A Kardashian

Take My Time, & Learn The Tricks Of The Trade With This Shit Rapping Shit

Diamond In The Rough, The Pressure Isn’t Even Half Of It

Rapping In My Room ‘Cause The Studio Isn’t At Dispense

But This What I’mma Do And Pursue It But In Conclusion Hope The Blacks Will Hear ‘Cause The Whites Pay Attention To Threats

But If My Music Don’t Get Played Then I’mma Have To Grab A Tec

Ma, Forgive Me But This Music Gotta Work And That’s A Bet

Your Favorite Rapper Have To Put His Fucking Album On A Shelf

& Grab A Nathan Means Tape And Tat That Shit Across His Chest

So When He Meet His Maker He Maker’ll Say That He Know The Best

I Put The “2 0” To The Side So Y’all Can See My Vision Clear

And When They Say My Name They Say It So The Universe Can Hear It

Need A 1900s N.I.G.G.A Just To Decipher My Lyrics

‘Cause I’m 19, But 99 Years Was Put In My Spirit

Change The Constitution, Put The Word “N.I.G.G.A” Page One

Page Two, Every N.I.G.G.A Got Money Under The Sun

So We Can Live It, Middle Finger To The System

If They Fucking Got A Problem, Fucking Make It Hard To Fix It

Had 400 Year Oppression, Now We Need 400 Trillion...