Everybody wants to be black But don't wants to be a nigga Malcom X finger on the trigger That's how I felt when ma Dropped me at babysitters White folks would never Understand the term privileged Let's just pray for love This our new religion We gone cool it down Start up a new edition I been thinking of More like I'm reminiscing For all the ties that I had When I dodged penitentiaries Thanking god for this chance That I can get this feeling Now I'm up my possibilities Are never ending Got the bag up Checks go to all my children And we next up Throwing money at the ceiling And we winning I play the game to win And I'm winning Oh yeah Yeah we winning Charlie Sheen on em cuz we winning