Nigga who put on for their city? Even though I hate that trap Nigga who screamed 918? Every time I ate that track Never said I'm from o city No matter where they rank me at From the first three letters in machine Now nigga ain't that facts? (fax) No, no, no, no Nigga, ain't that mac?
Where them crooked cops mouths write checks that their ass can't cash Now ask me how I know because back at home there simply ain't no cash And that's why I ain't came back Unless it's to see family and I can't be tracked Pigs lied on me in the paper Claiming it was drugs I dealt While I was in college How you think my mother felt? Then they put hands on her And you want to talk about corruption? All that shit you see on the Tv To me it's nothing You niggas must have forgot
Have y'all forgot? I'm all you've got
Who else gon' talk that real? Shit most people that make it out the mac claim they're from somewhere else But how can I blame them? This is the burden I've lived with all my life And I ain't got a fucking thank you yet But I don't want you to apologize Just remember that I exposed them laws Wrote them songs for those who were traumatized Just remember keep holding on Don't get lost, keep your eyes open wide Everybody wants you to fail, that's for real A lot of y'all wanted me to Yet and still, I know how it feels The whole world's after you Wake up