Bitch, I sell dope [8x]

Everybody wanna be a **** till the cops come

Reaching for your wallet, hear a shot rung, run

Rockin long john's out this ice cold

This momma need a new crib, dice roll, whoa

Maybe I stress up out it too much, I guess

It only manifest when you say it in passing

Why I only wanted 40 acres and an Aston

If the universe is yours in which you askin' for

I ain't asking for much, all I want is some more

Man I hate money cause its attached to survival

All you hear in these raps now is "Get money"

And I ain't tryin' to not survive, so what do I do

Rhyme about the same shit, **** get money

'less you know another way up out this paradigm

Since I'm a man, I ain't clickin' on Ruby Hill

The truth is stranger than fiction, it do be ill

All you hear in these raps now, is who we kill

Who we body, the new Bugatti, Illuminati

If it's just you and them fuck boys, then who gon' stop me

How you and them fuck boys gon' coup de grâce me

I mean I put the rock in Rocky

My verse is for my nerd ****, no one for you zombies

This that boom bap, killa, kill a coon rap

You should rock a white tee that say "Why me?"

You should, you should run yourself

Buy a gun, get it over with, done yourself

You afraid to be real, never been yourself

So you rock a gold chain, and froze Bin Yousef

Can't beat us, can't chill with us

And you can't build with us, unless you Imhotep

Yep, crime, we put the rock in Rocky

My verse is for my nerd ****, no hook for you zombies

Since this cool rap snatched out your brain

It's been token blacks, everywhere

House **** throw rocks in glass house of pain

I was broken glass, everywhere, yeah

We call each other brother, well what does that mean

"Brother what's happenin'" "Nothin, man"

"Brother, how you makin' it" "Steady fighting the man"

That's the dialogue of a dead man

Here we are, continually shooting each other down

That's what the pigs want

For us to keep ourselves divided

Instead of seeing and doing what we can for the young brothers and sisters coming behind us

We are here smothering each other

Brothers killing brothers

And this has got to stop

It's only a matter of time before we go

We go either, dying of pneumonia in some cold building

Or dying of an overdose of shit or wine in the gutter

Or they shoot us down in the street

All that is immaterial

If we have to die, then let it be so that the language of the young brothers and sisters coming behind us

Can be the dialogue of living men

You got to get up from sleep now, king

Rise and shine, king, wake it up