[Intro]
"Statik Selektah Speaking"

[Verse 1]
Wandering thoughts
Pondering how a lot of em spark
A lot of em talk shit
Then wonder why they get chalked
And laid out on on the street
Find they body out in the park
Fuck a narc
They be pulling me over out in the dark
Cause I'm young and I'm black
And by the block i been taught
Cool way that I carry myself
Everytime that I walk
A combination of both
Charisma and got the smarts
They taking me for a joke
They itchin to stop the car
I'm killin em by the bar
It's fittin to get him far
Every time I spit lyrics
They witness that I'm a star
Thinking what if
While I'm stuck in the struggle and shit
In my mind
I'm thinking like its hard to jugglе this shit
Working a 9 to 5 job
Tryna hustle and shit
And making music
Just to keep me out of trouble and shit
Having nightmarеs about
All the things that i care about
Had to air it out
Cause they worried bout my whereabouts
Hearing doubts
Fears about
Things I never cared to share about
How I'm thinking sometimes
And how it lingers my mind
Like making it versus failing
And how those things intertwine
Like how I'm stuck in this hell
But need heaven to help me shine.. Uh
I had to pause for a second
Now I'm going off
Like them bullets drawn from the weapon
That west philly, overbrook park what I'm Reppin
Where them boys be getting shot
Or they get charged for possession
[Chorus]
Said All them n***as from the block
That ended up getting shot
Envision they bodies drop
Got me thinking what if
I be stuck up in the struggle
Contemplating on a hustle
Fighting life just like a scuffle
Got me thinking what if
Writing music all the time
Hope I make it and get signed
And be taking care of mine
Got me thinking what if
All my boys getting locked
By them stupid crooked cops
Hope that one day it will stop
Got me thinking what if

[Verse 2]
Hard times got me Trippin
So I'm spitting hard rhymes
Stuck in the jungle
Strapped with banana clips
At all times
Incase gorillas attack
Just from the hip I draw nines
Metal grip, I pull out and shoot it quick
I draw mines
Something like when i be comin on yo chick
Drippin on her tits
And go down her esophagus
And leave her laying on the strip
And now u someone the hospital come to get.. Uh
These killings got me thinking life's a fuckin trip
Fuck this shit
Got no choice I grab the mic i want to spit
Got me hype, I love this shit
Now I'm thinking bout the money
And the ice i want to get
Cause I'm broke, suicidal
Grab the knife, I want to split
Change my mind put it down
I want to live I ain't giving up
So stop acting like u about that life
And really give a fuck
And I be venting on the mic
Until I'm spittin up
Sick as fuck
Tryna chase this money til I'm getting bucks
Rich as fuck..
If u don't hear me better listen up..
A n***a bouta be a legend
Spread the word like a reverend
All the birds get the message
Now they kissin up..
I'm screamin money over pigeons
I be worried bout that chicken
Stupid cops got my boys up in prison
Now for Christmas they can't give they daughter toys..
I can't sleep..
They wake me up with all the noise
So i write raps..
While my boys grip them toys
Selling white crack..
Chick be buggin but the ass fat i like that..
But i be grindin
I ain't worried bout a night cap
Said chick be buggin but the ass fat i like that..
But i be grindin
I ain't worried bout a night cap..
Be right back uh!
2x [Chrorus]
Said All them n***as from the block
That ended up getting shot
Envision they bodies drop
Got me thinking what if
I be stuck up in the struggle
Contemplating on a hustle
Fighting life just like a scuffle
Got me thinking what if
Writing music all the time
Hope I make it and get signed
And be taking care of mine
Got me thinking what if
All my boys getting locked
By them stupid crooked cops
Hope that one day it will stop
Got me thinking what if

[Outro]
Yea.. it got me thinking what if
Ha.. Got me thinking what if
Got me thinking what if
Yea.. it got me thinking what if

Ayem Honcho, west philly in the building!
Overbrook in the building!...
Haha, You already know!