[Verse 1]
b**hes ain't sh** and these N*GG*S ain't real
They hate you when you the best so this how jay feel
They want my spot but N*GG* I'm still here, So when my friends turn s**ers mayn but I'm still treal
When they come for the crown, who you think they gon' k**?
Or better get me first if they don't I will
Obama of the protools guess I'm kinda' oldschool, flows still terrorist osama with them vocals
When they talk best out who you think it go to
Candy rhymes is cool, but I give em soul food
If it ain't about the money then I won't move, I'm to busy winning how I'm gon' lose
I flow like a N*GG* with a backpack and I been through to much sh** to just swag rap
Silver spoon in my mouth I never had that, had to be the man of the house don't know where dad at
N*GG*S ain't got no morals I understand, cus ain't no one around to teach em how to be a man
I don't like how it went down but proud to be a dad, mad n*gg* with a frown but I smile when I can
These motherf**ers ain't loyal to nothin cus people only love you when they need you for something
If I knew back then I wouldn't even be hustling, I coulda' stayed at school been a lawyer or something
I tell em don't be like me do your own sh**, cus in the streets we teaching kids the wrong sh**
It's cool to be a pimp and sell d**, not cool to read or be in love
These young N*GG*S think they gotta be a thug till they catch a body get caught now you need a hug
Crying and snitching and sh** tryna' tell you most N*GG*S ain't with this sh**
So don't think you gotta be out here doing that, cus these N*GG*S ain't even out here doing that
So f** rap get your money and your knowledge up
MONEY HUNGRY BOYS AND YOU su*kERS CAN'T ROCK WITH US!