[Backgroud: L.E.X]

I ain't going nowhere

[Vocals: Martin Luther King Jr.]

We hold these truths to be self evident

That all men are created equal

[Verse: L.E.X]

We all created equal, but we don't act the same

Definitely don't rap the same, or adapt the same

Remember taking my stepdad to his first Packer game

He deserved it, he the one who convinced me I don't have to change

And I ain't going nowhere, my city won't let me leave

Wonder if I had a record deal would Reggie Brown play my CD

Talking to my mom about money like being rich a fantasy

He spent WHAT on just a necklace, if I had that I wouldn't have to dream

Feel like a nerd in class sitting, trying to get A's and B's

When I'm better than them can't get hotter 'less you cremated me

I said "Teacha teacha convince me that I need ya

Prove to me these thousands on college will make us leadas

I got some people thinking my education will feed us

I got some people thinking it's smarter to bag the weed up

Tell me that this class of 300 not make believas

But I'm sure you don't care if I fail your job is just the speaka"

I'm warning you, don't be scared of people with the stardom

Cause if you take the money away you'd see those stars dumb

Be terrified of hungry people reaching from the bottom

Pockets like you're racking up in pool empty and don't got none

This for my mama, she ain't raise no Obama

Nor did she raise a snake some of y'all living with anacondas

I'm about to add money, then divide up all the commas

Multiply love, subtract hate and drama, that's my problem

Trying to get in my will like an inner tube, or between my music like interludes

I'll have you stuffed like Thanksgiving food, and share with my family your revenue

Tryna make my cake and eat it too, what chef you know won't eat his food

Bout to spin these rappers like DJ Clue, and shock them all like Pikachu

That's pokey mon, want to bury me so I'm lowkey now

When I take my shot, of success, ain't nobody gone rebound

Ain't nobody gone slow me down, I'm going rounds with the oldies now

They dreading me stop asking how much ya makin' you don't know me mon

You don't know me, shout out to the homies

Who get pushed back, like postponing

And keep going, my competition only

The image in my vision when I'm brushing in the morning

And I can keep going, make waves when I'm flowing

Big fish in the water, you're an anchovy

Smoothing out the surface call me Zamboni

They trying to change my name make me a slave like Toby

Plan, understand, comprehend, make a plan

'fore your chance, quickly ends, in the stance, you began

Oh yea and, listen man, if just bands, make her dance

Then she can, find new men, while your hands, in your pants

This is Hip-Hop, y'all just wish wash

I'm a mixture of the kid Pac, with the cleanness Will Smith got

Jazzy as Jill Scott, and funky as gym socks

Key to success skip that man I just pick locks

In the hood, patience is a must

But it's hard being patient when you tired of taking the bus

Nobody said it'd be easy and I'm glad because it's tough

But I know I'll shine when I'm found cause I'm a diamond in the rough

L.E.X

[Backgroud: L.E.X]

I ain't going nowhere