Verse 1: [Translee]
Ya
See we was stressing but we knew this shit was pre-destined
Voice of reason my lead weapon
Money green as the team colors
Melanin in our skin make the police love us
Oochie wally I'm God 'bout it
Never sleep just talking to God probably
I wrote my war speech but I'm probably crying too much to read it
I've been emotional lately, I can't suppress it no more
That's what drive most of us crazy
I had to put down the strip club desensitized to my lady, oh God
It ain't hard to be honest oh God
On my mama grave these ain't the Obama days
'Till you appreciate a BET award more than a Grammy
You wouldn't understand just hit me when you unenslaved
Hip hop fans ya'll owe me to the game
Unless y'all all want to die in the flames
Gatekeepers y'all owe me to the game
The clean up this shit starting to be a shame, fuck it I owe me to the game

Chorus
I plant my seed then I let it be
They can't free you when you already free
It's just more than you and me
Verse 2:
Chasing the money more importantly chasing the feeling
Cause if you dying inside what good is making one million
It wasn't relaxing 'cause we knew this thing was pre-imagined
And [?] believed in me before I knew I could be a rapper
And [?] rapped with me before rap was a career choice
I stood out because I rap with a clear voice
And TIP and Ye they gave me the confidence to be a rapper with some swagger and rhyme with some common sense, you know
My first deal was with Smurf, developmental, completely out of my elemental
But I needed that I chased them hit records and they eluded me
Creatively we parted ways then [?] came through with that bag we seen harder days
I love him for that, that's my brother for that
He placed the bet that didn't win but know it's coming right back
We speaking things to existence you know relentless
Hip hop don't got no HR and it ain't no [?]
Just know that Kendrick had Dre and Cole had Jay
And coming out the south I need for TIP to see my vision
Said I didn't need him in that record but that's if you been listening
But got that music in his hands now everything is history
Breakfast club, nationwide tour, Sway in the Morning
God bless the king of the south for paying it forward
[?] gave the tape to [?] and she passed it off to [?], [?] gave it to TIP and said they eating up off the rib
I think the first thing I told him was damn you owe me to the game
Now who else would have said that to the game
With something like 35 bucks to my name but fuck it my platform need a stage (fuck it, fuck it)
Chorus
I plant my seed then I let it be
They can't free you when you already free
It's just more than you and me