Talk about the roses let me smell em when I’m breathing/
Cause most of my niccaz dead, I lost em in the season/
Ya talking money while I’m talking how we living/
Ya want them bitches I just want a better living/
Frustrated by the system I can tell you how I’m living/
Ain’t room for jobs they just making room for prison/
Economy is drifting muthafuckaz know the reason/
Ya eat the cake and you offer me appeasement/
Y’all gettin fat while you tell me just believe me/
Moving through the country while I’m starving every evening/
I write the raps, muthafuckaz never listen/
I face the ops cause I’m fighting every season/
Real niccaz k*ll niccaz trying to move it up/
We see it in the papers muthafuckaz in the cut/
While big niccaz eat niccaz from the fuckin blunt/
Tell me what’s wrong in the muthafuckin dub/
Rising from the bottom trying to make a lil paper/
Living in the jungle where them niccaz never came up/
Hustle for the Kwacha then them homies finna holla/
They claiming they your mans every time you push a dollar/
Fuck where you from and fuck where you go/
We hustle on the block trying to raise a little funds/
Now you got us trippin on the block for the bud/
White collar niccaz moving paper from the blunt/
Graduated college while ya niccaz been in prison/
Seen the dark days but my nicca keep on breathing/
I felt all ya pain, I felt all ya rage/
And every time you wrote a rhyme it was clear/
I put my heart & soul when I’m making these songs/
Everyday I stay grinding still improving the art/
I stay true to myself, I ain’t moving the charts/
They say, you ain’t never make it if you moving like that/
Now always keep ya head boy cause I can lose you in it/
Validating all your life through these F@ckin critics/
Tryin to blast ya brains, nah! Nicca better listen/
You a better man now, you the one that did it/