[Verse 1]

When I think about pops Imma give him his props

He hid in the crops from the Klan

I ran from the cops

But Imma draw this line right here

No more running we the top cops

You a nightcrawler

I'm bout to smack you on a hook

I'm a fisherman with a book

On how to pick the wicked out a small pack of jewels

Smoking pot and drinking booze but I ain't slipping Lucifer

I'm not Sicilian so you get no kisses for your wickedness

You die

I'm not the kitten I'm the lion

Recognize the sabbath, Rastafari

Holla if you hear me, know we're coming from a long way

Young hustling, struggling to get the play

Lock the door school is in

And the teacher is the planet Earth

And the eviler men who decide what your life is worth

'Cause of the morning star

Lil Sally selling sugarless candy

But Lil Sally ain't working at the candy store

Did she know her daddy? No

He didn't know his old man either

He died about six years back in a cornfield

Killed by a preacher who came neo-Nazi

Hold up

Lock the door and call hip-hop

Here we go

Here-here we go

From my daddy nut sack, out my momma's bow

Flintown, Michigan, America, planet Earth

The place that tried to lock me up and try break me down

The place that make me rough, rugged, and raw

Place that made me yup yup yup yes yall

Simmer down rude boy, don't act rude

Jump on the dance floor and grab the groove

Grab some ass and try to shoot a few moves

Don't mess with us (and we won't mess with you)

Don't act like no wife beater

'Cause I'm a London fog in which

I conceal a big heater

And I'm not talking about no pistola

I'm talking about the heart of a Conquistador, Zulu warrior

Blood of vikings and African kings

I'm just chilling

Smoking trees, sipping yak

Give me dap, holler back Charlie Mac

[Hook]

I know they know we know they know how to do it

(x4)

[Verse 2]

Look I be missing my momma

I ain't seen her in years

I be trying to cry, but I don't got no tears

All I know is the streets and how to make a few ends

I got dreams of living large and playing the Benz

But my life is

Wonder who I can blame

When I look in the mirror

All I see is the game

I pray to the lord to please guide my path

He says be quick to listen and slow to wrath

And wait for Moses to drop his staff

And spit the (?)

So you can walk that path back to the truth G

Or be a cut throat addicted to weed smoke

Seven in one stroke with twelve months to go

Pushups got you (?)

You know you better get some mail today

Before you prolong you stay

But then you don't need no shank though

You beating fools down until they're bloody

Then you gon' go for their buddies

See them hoes ain't nothing but coca like (?) you joker

You told them not to test your game

But (?) you rip the meat up off their chest

Resisting arrest

Worse than David Banner and the Incredibles

Welcome to the killer whale

Cousin to cocaine you unforgettable

You like the sight of blood, they call you Congo child

You an upper, a downer, an all-arounder

And if you get apprehended

I bet you'll be (?)

[Hook]

(x6)