95th Street Product

Two hands on the wheel, going 95 down Burbon Street
While everybody swerving, I'm merging lanes with the urgency
Head out the window, I'm screaming like an emergency
I'm bout to kill the beat, then revive it, during the surgery
Murder she wrote, if she only she had the courtesy
But this ain't on display for the public, only for her to see
Butterflies filling my stomach up with uncertainty
Haters never speak out loud, they just go murmuring
I do this for the kids who's inspiration is furthering
You can have it your way fasho, not just at Burger King
Can you identify another guy with these benefits
His swagger super fly, dissect a rhyme over instruments
I write so many lines, you would think fye with my penmanship
I'm like a Gemini doing Genocide reading Genesis
The world is getting scary, so buckle up it may get intense
I'm so futuristic, I reminisce in the future tense
I always knew I had the gift, even when a nigga had innocence
Dopest kid around in the city, there's no coincidence

The other day, me and pops had a real conversation
Heart to heart planning my moves, post-graduation
Told him, I don't know the directions, but know the destination
I'm moving forward, my timing has no real estimation
I'm putting pencil to paper, stating these declarations
My father told me, that the world is gone be hard me, try to embrace
Everything you do from this moment, they gone trace it
Im sick of whites folks making with these funny faces
Assuming by my skin color, that I'm just another male thug
Who tote a gun around, smoke a blunt a pound and sell drugs
Another dead beat daddy with child support but new whip
Baby momma got a new wig, and no food in the fridge with two kids
She on the pole making change for the dollar menu
Her daughter thinks it's normal so the cycle will continue
That's the mentality of the neighborhood i come from
Instead of working toward it, let's just rob you for it a lump some
We'll take what we want, and spin the block
But if you get caught, rule #1 don't ever tell the cops
We've heard this song long enough, now let's take it off repeat
No more singles mamas bouncing checks to cook something to eat
No more grabbing on my sister, or beating my mom until she sleep
And no more being a dead beat, cause that what locks me to the streets
And if I end up in the system, then the hood will never owe me
Cause they replicated love for me, that you could never show me
I am a king, and through thus journey I will nerved nudge
My plan is wear more suites and ties, and not just in front of a judge
I'm so thankful that my parents shifted me out the streets
Cuz I'm the most feared, a black man with a degree