[Verse 1: Stukzin] I use to be jealous of Clayton... Jealous of Clayton, was taken aback by the way that he writes his songs, he does it for the love, the money is an incentive as it comes green as the lawn, Kick writes a verse and the women show off they breast, we move in reverse as they won't even respond to texts, each day I rehearse in hopes that I'll be the best, but once you've reached Kicks level what's next? Its 2-0-1-4 and I'm hearing the people roar, for that Power they sleep in front of the store, real people feel him and has no love for these who*es, so as I peel through my book of rhymes, I go into a state of mind and start to admire the talent that Kick got, s**ers hate on the block but he's on the way to the top Hook So I'm having tough luck, while n***as saying you made it Codeine in my cup, drown my sorrows and get faded I'm saying wa**up? n***as saying I'll make it Frustrated than a motherf**er, I'm walking All of these b**hes gawking, wondering if I'll make it out this hood alive...(To reach the sky, reach the sky and be black boy fly) [Verse 2: Stukzin] Don't take it wrong, I'm not jealous hearted, or whatever you wanna call it, keep my head up and continue marching, but the more I look up, I can see space and visualize myself as a martian, wear some Jordans, get rich off of mic recording, save my family like how Batman saved Gordon, get out the ghetto and buy my hoe some stiletto's, k** the stereotype that we'll never make it out alive, but I'll admit, homey I got discouraged, chillin' at the crib and hearing them guns burstin', n***as I was saying in repetition the phrase, that only in a casket then you will see better dayz, up in Heaven coz we in a living Hell, and then we dwell in ignorance and in pain, wondering if I'll make it out this b**h fully sane, coz shots aimed at your dome, they run up and k** you inside your home... I'm steady thinking of all these obstacles, guzzling bulldog vodka barely thinking logical, everyday n***as spilling gazi, so let's get it straight, I wasn't jealous of the talent that Kick got, no hate, I was just worried he'd be the last crime surrounded n***a to fly outta kasi... Praise God