[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

Claiming the city is mine, prettiest dime

I don’t like the way that people defending Kelly in public

Why it’s spoken on the verse? Quote it, a similar intro

Who’s gonna get it? Distant, feeling this glamour, tatted

Below the shoulders spelling, “Jean Grae.” Inside

Picket fences and larger houses, them fuckers imitating

My life of living is a constant struggle, juggled

With empty hands, troubled and worried about the future plans

Hoping God’s looking out of high windows. Keep

Climbing, keep falling back, sip a little Cognac

Hating many, holding pennies inside of the wallet instead

Of dollars—holler if you feel it. The quest for dollar, sour

Green and achievement, bleed until my final hour, believe it

This hunger never quits, it only grows deeper

Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer

I’m a fiend, state of my mind is all green

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]

You don’t

Even respect the history or bother to notice, street and

The feds is red enough, somebody’s child is laying dead

But fuck it, we use it in a single

Most of you using less, bars and more hooks

Jiggling titties, sell a song and crooks

And criminals in Entourage, and nobody’s wrong—come off it

I’ve seen a puff and plenty. In case your face is friendly

Could never kill, I’m ruthless only for the mic. Defend me?

Never. You could keep your cases for shit. I’m chasing this

Dream, running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream

Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut

Take my picture, blow it up, post it on construction promo

Fighting it solo, companies shook to rock the boat

Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets

I’m sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it, Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen

Not for green

[Verse 3: Jean Grae]

Niggas dying in troves

Higher than kites, blood on their flyest clothes

Lying hoes, reppin' women stripping, neglecting their children

Deconstructing education as quick as they could be gaining

Elevation, but it’s always easy to dumb it. You want it?

You got it, a nation of instant gratification, either

Microwaving or speeding ‘cause some fast cars are backed up

And scheming to reach in, American dreaming is catching up

I mean, you’re walking home and might get hit by a sniper

Life is always unappreciated, especially us

It could be genocide for certain unless we straighten it up

Awake and take control and be the colors we blush. Creation

Never meant to only get as far as a bus. Forsaken

All the splendor rendered us blind, thinking the world on recline

Watch Green Mile to open my mind and take me

Other places with Michael Duncan and Tom—you gotta feel me

Too much of something’s never good, keep it only for

Nights, so in my dreams, state of mind’s all green