Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
So move back, i react, faster than a truck to truck impact
I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,
Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time
To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/
They call me conscious, and i think i'm better
Cause my mother let me do what i want
She said to me, forget what you thought
I thought he was the one who said reach to succeed your greatest dreams,
On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
When we had enough, we get used to it when it's all said and done
Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze
Homeboy thought it was a game until he said he want to beef
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