The Gift

[Intro] Police stays infiltrating But us black folks we infiltrating our damn self you know what I'm saying? So we just gotta roll with the punches and be prepared for anything come along way [Verse 1] I had it hard I remember it all, mane No need to [?], I had to work a proper plan Because my mama, she was workin' and cookin' and doin' it all Washin' my cloths, cleaning my nose, scrubbin' the floor, scrubbing the walls She said 'whatever you do with your life, just do it properly' 'And maybe one day you own your own business and buy some property' My momma schooled me with the game oh yes she laced me So all them sheisty suckers up in the town, they couldn't fade me Still can't [?] like a spliff Because the good lord gave me the gift