Intro

I ain't pull up in a cake whip I appeared in the mist, ridin' on a slave ship Docked at James River Where they used to hang and maim niggas In the same picture they'd explain scriptures Cocaine and liquor, I was born into a tenure of fitna Drug wars for 40 years - nobody richer I had priors before Richard, bills before Cosby It's not comedy, I'm starving I'm at your dance party, ice-griller Wonderin' aloud, 'What is wrong with these white children?' This ain't hipster rap, this that official vicious rap By the aristocrat of rippin' cats you missin that I figured that; the kid is back and no he didn’t slack I’m on my job ya’ll until we get it back Cause you hated too, until my face is blue I raise with you and drop these coons before they labels do I can divide, I know times tables too I’m out to lunch check please at table two You just a farmer, I take out your stable too Oh, you crazy? I’m a little unstable too It’s all good, I’m all about my paper too But I live this shit, and this is something you get paid to do See the difference, people listen, feel enlightened Fuck the fame, see what the game did to Mike Tyson? That nigga livin' in a bus station Then they got the nerve to wonder why I'm filled with such hatred From where the bus fare raisin' and we know how the dust tastin' Cause guns bust on every occasion You speak of one nation, we don't count as much Chinamen make a thousand bucks for sellin' the same amount of Dutch Masters to young bastards who cut classes Tap asses, sling crack and get blasted By someone they used to have class with It's not tragic, it's a part of the package Over money that coulda been replaced I know you read the news, my dude, but in all truth, do you see a face? The one that looks like mine and got shot nine times And he ain't signed to Dr. Dre And he's dead and the brother who did it locked away This is my life, I got a lot to say Every nigga sent here to piss you off I ain’t doing the jigaboo strut, no sir, no Chicken George Before that I'mma kick in doors This is not reform out here, young boy, this is war And if you’re not prepared, you will die violently The real, not with rappers trying to be on channel 93 God confides in me, so I see I have no right to be anything aside from what I was designed to be Everyday he reminded me that I’m the “lost cauze” my dog But I didn’t decide to be Everyday he reminded me that I’m the “lost cauze” my dog But I didn’t decide to be