way before we rocked chains around our necks
we were shackled by the arm and the leg
the clothes up off our chest
and sold whole families like a pack of cigarettes
i refuse to be a lazy nigga
and complain about a world that don't wanna give me shit
you gotta claim it's yours
and if you ain't working for it
you might as well ignore it and let it pass by
'cause the hungry gon' eat
those with munchies gon' feast
not the kind of rhymes that would leave you in
i got the kind of rhymes that would float like a frisbee
maybe i should mind or end up care what your friends think
this ain't a facebook status
do you understand the grind?
he puts time in what he does
you can't rush perfection
now he's coming from behind
he doesn't care if he makes it
he just wants to take it to another level
keep your chains and your medals
'cause he's a motherfucking stunt devil
they know how to take shit
and i'ma have this whole planet going apeshit
you can go ahead and just face it
instead of hitting me up like
i could make you not suck"