[Verse 1]

I wake up early in the mornin', gotta give thanks

And praise God while I'm tuckin' up my shoelace

Khakis on, man, I'm 'bout to hit the block, what up?

I'm from the ghetto where the usos sellin' rock, gutter

Bread and butter for some things, you wish the lifestyle

We just some colonized threats reppin' 'till the death

To be honest, uce, I plan to be a ghetto legend

Screamin' A-P-I-A on our way to the bank

Kept it gangsta for the paper, never sold out

And breakin' bread with my usos, never hold out

Who can say the same, some of y'all are hoes now

Captivated by the fame, you lost your soul like a bitch

You took a load, I get up and rock a show

Make the crowd throw they hands up

Revolution, and now it's time to get your gun up

Flip another tongue up, 'Trey day make the pay day

Excuse me while I take my family on vacay

[Hook]

Po-po at the door, gotta lay low

I dig it to the ground, not the peso

See, I be in my ride, bangin' Too $hort, ooh

Semi in the trunk 'case a nigga wanna stunt

Better run now (yeah)

Poetik be the one now

Show you I was done now, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do it for the ville, will they kill it for the mill?

I'm the one now

[Verse 2]

I was 16 when I sold my first ounce

I was 11 when I ran up in my first house

Was even younger asking mama, "Where my daddy at?"

What can I see, uh, we about to get evicted house

[?] Europeans, "Why we ask people for money, mama?

Why you crying, why you drinking every other day?

Tell me why the violence, am I wrong to get it off my chest?"

My adolescence had some hard lessons, kept me stressin'

With no direction, just a young G, I hit the streets

With no profession, I was scrappin' way before the rappin'

Guns got to clappin' from around the way I heard the echoes

Violent screams were my lullabies in the ghetto

True stories 'till I rise, man

My mama ain't raised a bitch, I'm a king to your [?]

[?]

I take you back to my roofs, nothin' but black thoughts

Realest that you ever saw

[Hook]

Po-po at the door, gotta lay low

I dig it to the ground, not the peso

See, I be in my ride, bangin' Too $hort, ooh

Semi in the trunk 'case a nigga wanna stunt

Better run now (yeah)

Poetik be the one now

Show you I was done now, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do it for the ville, will they kill it for the mill?

I'm the one now

[Outro]

I'm a soldier, [?]

[?] told ya, [?]

[?]

See me in them streets goin' in now, you can hate

But stay the fuck out my away, nigga

I'm hustling, [?]

These streets are cold, ain't no remorse, so

Demons surround me all the time

I see clearly those of you who loyal