Intro

I never want to be a local celebrity
I don't go to the club to stand around and people watch
I don't spend my time gathering cash to flash it
When me and my team were out there doing it in the streets
There was no Snapchat or Instagram to fake in front of strangers
We are grown, real businessmen, with real women
A real goals and reputations to protect

The lights never off in my city, where kings are born
Through the nights we shall bathe in illuminations like Gods
When we fight it's like clash of the titans over these stipends
Send a likeness through your neighborhood knight ya
To bring the balance and the niceness with a pen and a pad, over these diamonds
And since diapers I've been plotting your death, cigarette lighters
Who beside, this the walk in the path of lyrical righteous and
Divide this whole nation in half like kumbaya did
From the jungle damn near couldn't eat, we had to hustle
Just to double every dollar we had, how could they judge you
When they never gave you nothing to help, or feed the hunger
Death among us, still we fought through the hatred and made 'em love us
On the devil's playground I grew and waged war
And the fact that I'm still here, just make me strong
And the fact that I brung all my niggas, put 'em on
Gave 'em something they could eat, would again, make me a boss
What God giveth, no man shall take
Can they relate, to being taken away from family in the state
Cause cowards that run the state feel I'm better off in a cage
In the quiet, where I got so much fire, to be a great: DNA
Get out, I tell 'em don't be a plate cause my youngers they love to eat
You know the future won't wait, I'm stoic, so much honour heroic
Y'all niggas know it, some like to call me a poet and say
I rap for the hopeless but all I see is the culture the industry like an ocean
They throwin' you in to drown and I'm Michael Phelps with the stroking
Tenth floor conversin' with my lawyer, boutta gore ya
He like "Once that ink dried, them labels gon' pay for ya"
I'm like "Shit, I'm just tryna move my momma out the ghetto
And make sure my youngins never wanna have to settle"
Give me a sign, chicks will play with you like Geppetto
Cause money the root of evil, and the devil she wore stilettos, hello!