Verse 1:

Sit back and realize that you ain't got nobody else

Sit back realize that you don't need no fucking help

We gone survive and we don't need they fucking wealth

All about timing clock going don't fail

When class over Zach ain't no ‘Saved By The Bell’

The preacher claim to know why they put us through this hell

You gotta pay to know, preacher word? Preacher wealth

Preacher too busy packing pockets and making deposits

Healer or is he... when the prophets is making the profit

Broke and devout while our babies still pray in the projects

Out, out get out says her mama

Tired of babysitting her kids and her baby's father

Ain't gotta log on WorldStar for no hood drama

You sweatin’ to grind, block feeling like a sauna

Cooking and putting food on the table, no Benihana

Tryna hustle up a lick, get these suckas out a dolla

Verse 2:

Yeah mama, I know you told me get out the streets

Dear mama, my babies wouldn't have nothing eat

And when they look to me I really want to be something to see

I learned this from you sacrifice ain't nothing me

So when that hustle knock I'm answering with the keys

And if some trouble pop, I'm never up on my knees

When your soul go below zero degrees

The concrete rose that rose over the weeds

You see we fight through the pain

Black thunder strike through the rain

From docile to untamed

I ain't hostile I'm unashamed

4C kink mane with a Gucci chain

Fresh out like the glowed up Radric Davis

Tresses out brown girl, mind liberated

Conscious elevated, state Angela Davis

Hook:

See me talking through eyes of a ghetto queen

Look in the sky, you shall realize the sun is me

You tried bury us and didn't know that we were seeds

Grandma keep praying

Brown bodies still swaying