This is a lyrical exercise

To show you upper echelons

This excellent mind of mine

Y’all might as well press rewind

And replay this whole thing

I'll probably kill your a** and beat the case

Like I’m O’Jay

I know what they all say

It’s tough growing up on the south side

Momma never let me outside

Cause they killing and shooting on our side

They not really worried bout our lives

But it’s our lives on the front line

F*ck the pigs, the k’s, The Alt. Right

And everybody judging our lives

Say f*ck it

But I know my city love it

And back in the 8th grade b*tches was calling me McLovin

I don’t even know why

Well they was just my handles now I dismantle

Plenty of beats and blow out kids birthday candles

Well now isn’t this awkward

If life is giving you lemons you make lemonade

And bring it back flowers

And if you rather just shoot then throwing them hands

Then you is coward

One of the most dangerous and poorest in America

Nobody understand us cause they scared of us

They scared to walk through hoods at night

They scared they stay too long and probably end up in a fight

They scared to ask us questions so they think they know what’s right

And you know us well.. we barely knowing all our rights

Is that right

Or maybe they hearing me

I had to slow it down so I know y’all getting it clearly

Or maybe they not get it

Maybe they start listening

When n*ggas start to act

So f*ck all y’all n*ggas

And f*ck all y’all bitches

And f*ck everybody that think we looking suspicious

F*ck all the crooked ass cops in the system

And f*ck everybody judging us right along with them