Aye,
Huh,
Look,
I want a flight across the islands
I wanna fly but only private
I want the rapper shiny diamonds
I'm gon' get 'em when I'm poppin'
In the city bodies droppin'
Don't nobody know about it
Know somebody know about it
But they sayin' nothin' 'bout it
Guess that fear a keep it private
Guess that real a keep 'em silent
Yes we movin' like we solid
But these bitches so aquatic
And this system so dramatic
And this shit is really tragic
And my city really trappin'
Home of certified trappers
Yea the knowledge be the wealth
Be the power
Shit is certified
Segregation all up in the city
And we wonder why
If we came together
Who could stop us?
Talkin' nationwide
But they separate us
Wit the shit that they televise
Aye,
Look,
But back to this blunt talk
And back to this gun talk
I gotta make sho they spin this shit
I'm smokin' my lungs off
I'm rappin' my ass off
She suckin' my soul out
They talkin' my ear off
They workin' my last nerve
I'm over the bad words
Like don't you be talkin' like we isn't equal
I rather kick it then be wit you people
I got some shit I could probably teach ya
But life be the teacher
'N I ain't a preacher
'N he think he a rapper
I think buddy should practice
Like sharpen ya pen a little
I could lend if you spend a little
You can take all the credit fo' it
I might get you a Grammy fo' it
Better call me a fuckin' poet
Keep the shit in motion
And we local smokin'
On that super potent
Shit we roll a have ya roller coastin'
Ion need nobody
Get the fuck from 'round me
Need nobody get the fuck from 'round me dog
Aye
(Yea I think that's it)