They want me to rap like a dumb dumb, They say I shouldn't sound like where I come from Brooklyn, can't speak to the young ones, If I don't move big weight or bust guns, I gotta say I'm getting money like a trust fund, Be in the club with mad bitches having much fun, That's messed up, 'cause you can die from a drug run, Or get your hands tied up like one-one, I seen Crips lose blood, 9-1-1, I watched bloods turn cripple, these ain't just puns, I try to wake 'em up, like when the sun comes, Imagine getting one-love letters from loved ones, But instead my words hurt like a stun gun, Take all the rappers you feeling I am the lump sum, They just put me in the oven so I'm undone, I just started it ain't hard to see I'm unsung but I love it though