Razor blades in lip, 9 milli in the whip
Money, power, respect — I been told this is as good as gets
Gold is how we measure success
Pops left, mama wept, friends died
Our destruction is our genocide
This is for my people still alive, my block is big is enterprise
Convicts must not apply to that job, they're surprised that I rob
Treat me like animal, I refuse to pray to their God
I come from a king and queen but they treat me like I do not
Guns go pop pop pop, pharmacy is in my pocket
They ain't leaving me many options, call each other n***as often