[Produced By: J-Rell]

[Verse 1]

It's that wack rapper eulogy

That independent study, ain't nobody schoolin' me

I'm too smart, ain't no foolin' me

They say I'm hot and now they actin' like they cool with me

Steady plottin' for I plot to plant a coffin

They wanna take my spot like Jesse Jackson, guess I'm Martin Luther King

Hell it hurts, I could barely trust the church

I just watched a man of God turn and do the devil's work

As I'm prayin' for my sins pass the plate, give 10 percent

Catch the bus to leave the service pastor pulled off in a Benz

So tell me how that feel nigga?

So cold hearted bet your spirit get a chill nigga

I flip this rap shit like a fuckin' pissy mattress

Attracting women that ain't know the line just like a actress

I'm rappin for the niggas who ain't have shit

Can't hold a candle to me, why you tryna match this?

Hard to hear the real cause your ears filled with whack shit

Rappers makin' dollars cause you stupid niggas lack sense

Just like to mention I'm about to make a killing

The writing's on the wall, Bart Simpson in detention

Nigga, please man

[Verse 2]

Look how far that we got

Still got much further to go, but shit we all that we got

With what we got from mic recordings I remember sporing PayLess Dunlaps

Laughed at by cats who wore Jordans

But momma can't afford them, I'm ashamed I even asked

Things you have you don't want, things you want you don't have

So my friends ran streets while I ran beats

Growin' two different directions like Trinidad James' teeth

I survived like Preach, Cochise in the sky

Valedictorian, graduated from Cooley High

Southside of the Chi ain't a safe place to live

Watching these grandmothers outliving their grandkids

It's a damn shame but I'm tryna make it out

Ain't bring me in this world but they tryna take me out

Don't hate the player, hate the game and I'm just playin' by the rules

Like Romney told McCain, damn this nigga don't lose

See you niggas new clothes want someone to put you on

But I just make tracks like a dope shooter's arm

I'm rappin' like I ain't make a dollar yet

Promise momma I'll get her a house and she ain't got it yet

So I'm working

S'all good

Yea I'm working nigga

In due time it'll be fine