They claim it as their own, africa
Not the applause or roses thrown in awe
No matter what city or town your in you're gonna get screwed
Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop
Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,
If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret
Depending on whether or not it's worth it
That means i have no block
Can you beat me or not
From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
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