[Intro: Demetrius Capone]
Too many rappers talking about they riches
But what about my n***as living in the trenches
I represent them men and women living in them ditches
We on a different mission, listen

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
I'm a Top Ramen N***a N***a N-N***a N***a, N-N***a N***a(ey-ah-ey)
Top Ramen N***a N***a N-N***a N***a, N-N***a N***a(ey-ah-ey)
Top Ramen N***a(ey-ah-ey) N***a (ey-ah-ey) (x2)
Top Ramen N***a

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
My words are stray bullets, they hittin' close to home
My father came from a broken Trojan and broke
I came from a broken home
That's why I'm broke and home-less
That's why I broke into your home, shit
And stole shit, hopin' that God forgive us
Robbin' n***as for water cause I'm a Top Ramen N***a
I don't give a fuck if he got kids, I'm still finna rob this n***a
That's me arguing with my conscience n***a
I got no time to give a fuck
Stick em up, yeah you thought it was only one Crooked
No utilities made each one of mama's son's crooked
Putting Top Ramen on the window sill and lettin' the sun cook it
That's the shit that make a n***a become crooked
Asking God, "Why me, what did I do?"
Then I thought I heard God speak
Said "People die in the street every other week, so why not you?"
So I gotta do what I gotta do before I die too
[Verse 2: Kenny]
I don't think the world knows how badly I've needed a bucks
Or how often I've thought about jackin' a Brinks truck
And though poverty blows, not having a thing sucks
You might need some blow, not having your thing sucked
I'm talking about coke, not having a drink but
Pushing white work, green plus some of that green puff
Live a life without cash, you may be nuts
I'll address the elephant, no one wanna work for peanuts
I know all about trynna get your flirt on
Talking to the fly chick, with the tight skirt on
She hop in her fly whip, then she got her skirt on
Though you saying the right shit, you got the wrong shirt on
Standing there like I wonder why she ain't feelin' me
I toothbrushed my kicks to the best of my ability
It really seems almost as if life's played you
Your only check's the one reality gave you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
When I was young, I never knew who the fuck my pops was
Only thing I knew, is where them cops was
On the lookout, cuz you know a n***a got drugs
Crack rocks in them stash spots, I know where that rock was
I learned I must stash crack before my mustache cracked
I saw bloodbaths, you're listening to a thug's flashbacks
Talkin' over bugs slash cats
Yeah we talking about pounds and codes, I got them fuckin' hashtags
Smugglin' coke, becoming a dope dealer
When your stomach is rumblin', what's to become of a broke n***a
If you a dealer, then this might hit home
You get high off what I pitch, like a high pitched tone
Countin' dirty money, n***a call it paydirt
Got a cold style, call me chili flavor
Top Ramen N***a, now I'm gettin' paper
Could have been a doctor, now I'm just a gangster
[Verse 4: Julius Luciano]
I scream fuck the world before I was old enough to get fuckin' erect
Clutchin' my set of balls fuckin' upset
Just a nukka coming up on them monthly government checks
But sometimes I wonder how often the government checks
The fuckin' effects of poverty growin' up in them 'jects
It's rough when you stepped outside, might get a slug in the head
Comin' to check the mail is like playin' Russian Roulette
N***as struggle so they hustle, fuck you expect
I never sold dope, I had too much fuckin' respect for them youngin's
Who suffer from hunger because their mother is strung out on drugs
She's fuckin' and suckin' just to cover her debt
But still these cops wanna put me under arrest
Yo the hood's pipin' hot, we under direct
Sunlight, some might, say that we under the rest/ duress
Don't like my hand I was dealt, but I trust the one who shuffled the deck
As long as I got air in the lungs in my chest
I'll be a.....

[Hook]

[Outro]
Shit just got real