yo you know the streets keep calling and these feens keep snorting police on the beat so walk the streets with caution look at mike brown he was gunned down in missouri and all around the world you keep hearing the same story look at walgreen s rest in peace santiago forget a model you know this song ain t a novel i hit the lotto off of casio tracks spitting facts real rap i guess i brought it all back boom bap and claps i put my heart in my scratch that s why i m trying to change the world before we all collapse perhaps before i snap relax and start thinking we waste money all year on smoking and drinking look at the precincts they teach us schools and jails but when a murder is committed who denies us bail 25 years away and all you see is a cell and sat part world you don t receive no mail straight from the mental i m spitting these flows on instrumentals credentials no need to write don t need no pencil but if you come at my squad then it s an issue this life has treated me trife it s just so simple dear momma look at my life look what i ve been through sinful drugs and crimes it s so forgetful my mind is deep into time i gotta grind i shine haters still hate cuz i arrived lies i put em in rhymes then i shall die but ny stop smoking that ly you know u high goodbye good riddance my whole life was written rappers trying to spit facts but they lacking tradition hip hop made me a known public figure but white supremacists still calling me nigga first you get the money then you earn respect yeah i m balling but i spit it like a season vet 