[Verse 1:]

Tell 'em, ok
Tell 'em I got plenty hustle to sell 'em
Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom
Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum
Close to the pen like I had three felons
Come from a city where n***as show no remorse
And the corpse is just another homie taking this course
Of course my dream was to play in the final four
Til the twelve grade came and I was only five four
So Now I’m a graduate, looking to get higher
My pops knew a security job, he inquired
But ignorance is bliss, that's what I was told
I stop, drop the role when somebody else fired
Now there goes another black boy unemployed with a lot of free time
Which means he’s hungry or just a lot of free crime
I lived it in my rhymes, and when I hit the porch, this is what I realize
Wassup