People talking, people watching
Want to get it like I get it, better put the time in
Until the richest lose it, until the poorest prosper
Until like everybody eating, everybody reaping
Where ever I go, bitch you know I keep it like that
They said the real is back, and I'm revealing that
All a nigga ever seen was pain
I played field with couple dope boys, left with no choice, but I broke off just to switch a lane
Still lived in the struggle on day job, they rob people of their dreams with slave wage
In the underground, Hariet Tubman, buried and cuffed in
But going toward the light homie got to pave ways
Like I'm Nat Turner, with a black burner
Never been a block buster with the crack earners
Just a good kid, bad path have turned a
New leaf for a new life, ask Murna
She saw it all the before and after, so before the laughter
Just a broke little nigga on the corner have you
Getting high every night and the morning after
Getting twisted in the summer
Cause you know played the streets with the squad, weed in the ride
J Stacks, made dough selling P's on the side
The homie OV made beats sides
Then Kill chased Glenn, while it's me in the ride
That's the everyday shit, see the beef going to collide
Trying to get to this money, till I'm free till I die
Free till I die, cause it's me on the rise
Take a glance at my face, what you see in my eyes
From the blocks to the burbs, gwap for words
Niggas pop pills so they opt for the worst
It was shots on the curb
Nigga AI popped everything, even taking shots of the syrup
Shit I'm not for the urge, watch for the birds
Scheming ass, see me as a drop in her purse
Put everything aside for a shot at the 1st
Talib, Mos Def, Blackstarr am I heard?
Nah still building up the team
Nah still building on the dream
Its the D-i-s-t-r-i-c-t get with it or you fall to the gleam
Cause its all what it seems, real with the raps
Niggas turned up while I'm chill and relax
Put everything I lived, plus the bills on it black
Yatta show these rappers how you kill on the track
Tried to tell you that I'm live as it gets, ride with the tints
Used to be the nigga on side of the bench
Now everybody want to try to convince
That they here for the Yat, but I'm not without sense
Not without sense, see I got to repent
For the sin I've commit with my guys from the bricks
See us live on the strip, getting high on the spliff
When it's all said and done I'ma die for this shit