[Verse 1:] Tell 'em, ok Tell 'em I got plenty hustle to sell 'em Heat by the fleet, displaying it very seldom Lead how right to light ignite my cerebellum Close to the pen like I had three felons Come from a city where n***as show no remorse And the corpse is just another homie taking this course Of course my dream was to play in the final four Til the twelve grade came and I was only five four So Now I'm a graduate, looking to get higher My pops knew a security job, he inquired But ignorance is bliss, that's what I was told I stop, drop the role when somebody else fired Now there goes another black boy unemployed with a lot of free time Which means he's hungry or just a lot of free crime I lived it in my rhymes, and when I hit the porch, this is what I realize Wa**up