(Verse 1)

Looking in on what they could have told me, Never met a rapper with a real story

But I know a couple town folk who down for whatever, With a real back bone, who can hold a vendetta

Like don’t listen to the hype and vice, This the revenge of the school yard fights

Speak to the people that need that light, and relate with every one who really ain’t your type

We don’t speak like rappers, we act like men, look in my eyes when you shake my hand

Look in my past, take a flick while you can, stick to the script or stick to the plan

And ask these kids what they looking for, be the same exact reason we did it for

Body feel like I might rigor mortis that shit ya’ll been looking for, looking for

This and I gotta let it go, too many of us better than we know

Too many of us never will know, so we get a set job on a set payroll

And grind that out til' I see my bones, everybody wonder where I been so long

Cause' I didn’t wanna see you when you came back home, in ya backyard barbecue table full of blow

Where ya go, where ya been, Got everybody here looking in

Got everybody wanna be my friend, but you don’t know me and I don’t know them

So thats when I gotta draw the line, keep it real banksy my design

Everyday gotta pave another way, but thats what you pay when you tryna stay prime