[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Shit, I still remember way before the paper
Before I had a favor, before it waved up
Was tyin' durags over my taper, it was
The preparation of this player
Catchin' these feelings before I knew them shits was rare
I was just another villain, blowin' kush up in the air
Rollin' dice and still aware that this crap game isn't fair
So what's the point?
I guess it's all for the thrill
My intentions wasn't dirty, I was caught in appeal
I was writin' 'bout the game, my dawgs bought in for real
I love that shit, but way too smart to have my heart in it still
Before me dreamin' even mattered, I was schemin' so elaborate
[?] right now, I can't be no fuckin' rapper, are you kiddin' me?
Them hopes was literally flat
Couldn't see it from my angle, man, that picture was black
It's Kodak; I seen so many n***as get it, where the fuck I go at?
It's pre-written, you supposed to know that

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I gotta push, prayin' till somethin' happens
Police captains killin' the unarmed Black men
Evil practice; they see us just as savage bastards
Many went Casper tryna survive these many hazards, yo
I transfer street poetry on a tablet, yo
Rewrite your history with magnums, yo
We had no choice but to grab 'em though
The ghetto can weigh down on your mind
The system that exists is tragic, yo
But still, we excel and prevail
Despite all the adversity, ayo, Yale is the trail
But in this game, only sex sells
A bunch of guns in your video, but in real life, you ain't a general
I swear these n***as see-through; If only I could see you
You livin' life through a PS2
And truthfully, n***a, that ain't you
That's why you dudes lose sleep at night
You in the dark, steady strugglin' for light
I tell n***as don't believe in the hype, be yourself
'Cause that high school popularity shit don't add up to wealth
And all your friends when you need 'em don't add up to help
Be yourself, 'cause in the end, you gon' die by yourself
N***a