This is a lyrical exercise
To show you upper echelons
This excellent mind of mine
Y'all minus well press rewind
And replay this whole thing
I probably kill you ass and beat the case
Like I'm O'Jay
I know what they all say
It's tough growing up on the south side
Momma never let me outside
Cause they killing and shooting or our side
They not really worried bout our lives
But it's our lives on the front line
Fuck the pigs, the k's, The Alt. Right
And everybody judging our lives
Say fuck it
But I know my city love it
And back in the 8th grade bitches was calling me McLovin
I don't even know why
Well. they was just my handles now I dismantle
Plenty of beats and blow out kids birthday candles
Well now isn't this awkward
If life is giving you lemons you make lemonade
And bring it back flowers
And if you rather just shoot then throwing them hands
Then you is coward
One of the most dangerous and poorest in America
Nobody understand us cause they scared of us
They scared to walk through hoods at night
They scared they stay too long and probably end up in a fight
They scared to ask us questions so they think they know what's right
And you know us well. we barely knowing all our rights
Or maybe they hearing me
I had to slow it down so I know y'all getting it clearly
Or maybe they not get it
Maybe they start listening
When n*ggas start to act
So fuck all y'all niggas
And fuck all y'all bitches
And fuck everybody that think we looking suspicious
Fuck all the crooked ass cop in the system
And fuck everybody judging us right along with them