[Intro]

90's, 90's, 90's

99

90's, yeah

Ah 90's, 90's, 90's, yeah

99

90's, yeah

We want peace, the freedom, peace

Yeah yeah

I got some shit to say

[Verse 1]

Thoughts of visualizing heaven

Nigga, we don’t talk about hell

'Cause I got niggas doing life I know they burn in that cell

I know you niggas never heard of this shit

It’s that make your fan base never heard of you shit

I heard they’re legalizing Mary Jane on the block

But you was quick to judge when we was smoking off the top

Roll one and I get lost in my thoughts

I try to picture life if I wasn’t a rapper from start

Maybe college

Run and get myself a lil' diploma

I know niggas that have got it

They’re still chilling on the corner

They rap about the diamonds and never about the violence

And always about the jewels and never about the pools

That my people still drowning in

Yeah, money flowing out it’s never coming in

Yeah, I see 'em hand picking all these niggas for the hit

What don’t you understand young nigga I’m the shit

I watch them all change when they go and get a hit

Remember not to eat where you motherfucking shit

That’s both label

I’ve got the game in the palm of my hands

I know that God, He gon’ rock with the plan

Til 99

[Refrain]

90's, 90's, 90's

99

90's, yeah

Ah 90's, 90's, 90's, yeah

99

90's, yeah

Who knew?

[Chorus]

We want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese

We want the freedom on the top of the cheese

We want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese

We want the freedom on the top of the cheese

[Verse 2]

I get emotional to think about how far we done came

If you’re not black you don’t understand the struggle the same

Now that’s facts

I’ve seen how my people’s held back in the trap

Don’t tell ‘em move forward, don’t you do it it’s a trap

Praying for some strength of the things that I lack

That I lack, that I lack

Yo, something’s in the closet

Never had the doctorate

Mr President got the money in his pockets

My people starving

I’m my people’s calling

I’m like people’s Marvin

On a Sunday morning no one talking

Now these niggas think I’m getting deep

Nah my nigga, you’re too shallow

Moving out the cribs

I got niggas in the gallows, yeah

The gallows, yeah

[Chorus]

We want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese

We want the freedom on the top of the cheese

We want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese

We want the freedom on the top of the cheese