[Intro: Malcolm X]
The honorable Elijah Muhammed teaches us that our own mind has to be changed
We have to change our mind about ourself
Well, so, he teaches us the importance of moral reformation
A knowledge of self
And um, for instance, the average so called negro
He doesn't think that he can go into business and provide jobs for himself

[Verse 1]
Louis bag, I'm walking through TSA
Rap or if I gotta bag a brick, I make it either way
I know they gon' follow what I do, I gotta lead the way
Just alone on weed today, I blew like a G today
I done ran this money up, gotta cut down on these habits, uh
Gotta turn this plain jane Rollie to a Patek, huh
I done had some close n***as treat me like I'm average, uh
Really in this H4 shit, I got it tatted, huh
I done been in bow ties and I done really tote fives
I can look in both eyes, I see this shit from both sides
You know how I'm frontline, shit, every time it's go time
I just gotta go grind and I'll be up in no time
My dawg just sent a kite, he want some pictures of my wrist, uh
Better not be your ho, I got some bitches on my list
Told my n***a just be patient, don't go second guessing shit
I been playing in these streets, shit, I can't wait to go legit
I'm from where they never make it, got that flamer on my hip
Nah for real, I had to take it, thought I'd never make it big
Man, it really hurt my heart how they did my n***a Nip
Only a matter of time, they see the realest in this shit
I'ma give these n***as pressure all summer
Just bought some chops, it's gon' be a long summer
Them n***as bums, since when them n***as talk money? Yeah
But I just ran up in the jeweler all hundreds, that boy on something
I done lost love for some n***as that was with it
How my n***a got his lawyer in the court saying I did it?
I don't know if he lost his mind or whatever, bro tripping
Too many situations turned me to a cold n***a
Lost my brother to a slug, I just want my n***a back
Gotta watch out who dish out love and who don't give it back
I been solid with no buzz, n***a, you could get the facts
If these n***as get the chance, they'd probably hit me in my hat
That's why I'm strapped
[Interlude]
Haven't I paid my dues?
Didn't I weather the storm?
N***as is gone, but I'm here
Gettin' flyer
How could you hate me, n***a?

[Verse 2]
Yeah
You know it feel a little different when you came from nothing
You started looking at me tripping like you gave me something
If it was love, n***a, you ain't never gave me nothing
I gave 'em loyalty, I ain't never beg for nothing, yeah
I got a youngin now, you know it's different
I probably told some n***as fuck them but I wasn't trippin
Bro was chasing, I was tryna tell him fuck them bitches
You know the love I got for certain n***as uncondition
The realest, I don't give a fuck about who a n***a shot
Ain't no paperwork with my name on it floating on no block
You know it was plenty war wounds, we ain't tell no cops
I'm just praying if I get caught that my bro won't sell me out, woah
They was tryna tell us, we ain't hear shit
Pour out the liquor for all the hitters that ain't here, shit
Sometimes I wish my n***a just could reappear and shit
Twenty-five hundred for these boogers in my ear, I'm on some trill shit
Let me know now, is you gon' cross me or what?
Shit, I was gon' blow with you, bro, you salty for what?
You know this jewelry set that's on me cost a n***a a dub
Counted out so many times, look, that boy done blew up
You know the whip just like the Brinks truck, we pull up with them racks
My bro said don't trust a n***a, his bro shot him in the back
Had the label up in Black crib, they signed me in the trap
Riding in a Honda Civic, sliding with it on my lap
You know I'm strapped, gone