What I'm saying though, my ****, it's a lot of real ****, a lot of fake ****

I can't say I specifically hate a certain rapper, though

But I just want to get fucked with you

You know what I'm saying? I won't let that certain rapper come fuck with me, though

I'll snatch your necklace, though

Any of that shit, I'll catch your bitch ass

I'll try to snatch your chain

I'll rip your ring You don't stand a chance

I'm hungry. We hungry and a bitch

It's like you're hungry

We used to love you. No more, no more

We asked ten years ago. We was asking with the panther party

We was asking with that

You know, with civil rights movement

We was asking

Let's make a song like them

Are they making this hit

Try to sound like that, and it sound like shit

I'ma sound like me

It's a curse It's a gift

Guaranteed, I'ma eat

Cause I'm hungry and a bitch

Everybody talking about change

Think about it hard

Shit is still the same

Slave days, we risk our life to get up out them chains

Nowadays we risk our life to go and get a chain

Let's take away the cotton

Let's give them cocaine

Courtroom, tree branch, the **** gonna hang

Let's take away his freedom

He'll never be the same

Pick him up when he's slain

Don't even clean up the stain

I guess it'll wash away when it rains

In the media, they don't talk about it

So in my rap, I have to talk about it

And it just seems fun because there's no one else talking about it

Let's make a song like them

All they making is hits

Try to sound like that

And it sound like shit

I'ma sound like me

It's a curse. It's a gift

Guaranteed, I'ma eat

Cause I'm hungry and a bitch

And everyday I pray for the president

Cause if he's really heaven sent

Them demons wanna see him fail

Them same demons, they wanna see me dead or in jail

It's kinda hard to stray away from home when you living in hell

I guess that's why they tell you count your blessings

The news ain't telling me shit

I been in a recession

Dirt up on my hands. I wiped it off the Smith and Wesson

Dirt up on my soul from selling crack to the reverend

But I guess it'll wash away when it rains

And we shouldn't be angry

And my rap, that I'm rapping to my community

Shouldn't be filled with rage

You know what I'm saying

They shouldn't be filled with the same atrocities that they did to me

Let's make a song like them

All they making is hits

Try to sound like that

And it sound like shit

I'ma sound like me

I'ma eat. I'ma eat

Cause I'm hungry than a bitch

I don't wanna be 50 years old at a BET

We Shall Overcome Achievement Awards

You know what I'm saying

Uh-uh. Not me

When they see me, they know that every day when I'm breathing

It's for us to go farther

Every time I speak, I want the truth to come out