Ain’t no more time to lose

Get in formation Rank up

Everybody… march!

Left, right, left, right

Left, right, left, right

Get your bread right, get your bread right (Get it!)

Bread right (Let’s go!)

Ten-hut!

They told me papa was a slave, my mama was a whore

So the only thing that I would ever be would be a thorn

This world is for the taking but do you have the stomach for the things that God’s lined in the makings

You may have to pray to God while kneeling down near Satan

You may have to take a life or two to make a statement

You may have to break a bond with blood on your Pradas

You may have to take a side and choose your blood or your potnas

Had to tell ‘em I’m a different breed, I’ll kill for that lobster

Without loyalty, you’ll never know how it feels to be a mobster

You have graduated, this is your graduation

You survived every situation: congratulations

Wanna be a soldier (huh?)

Oh, you're soft (well?)

What, you need a shoulder (Hmm?)

Oh, you’re the type to be the prey (right?) and not the vulture (Culture!)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (Uh, uh)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (No!)

Wanna be a soldier (huh?)/ Oh, you're soft (well?)

What, you need a shoulder (Hmm?)

Oh, you’re the type to be the prey (right?) and not the vulture (Culture!)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (Uh, uh)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (No!)

Left, right, left: get in formation No insubordination, more coordination, you know what the fuck to do

Protect my rep: that is a must to do I’ve been more than patient, both adored and hated: bitch, who the fuck is you? I’m still standing on all ten toes, never had a substitute Some shit you can’t just refute when it’s more harmful to discuss the truth

Ain’t no tellin what one of these suckas’ll do over a buck or two

That ain’t really yo folks if he need a quid pro quo to fuck wit you Discussin’ who? I am addressing AmeriKKKa’s mistrusted youth

Fair enough to declare that if I was you, I’d be disgusted too?

Ensnarin’ us, get trapped in a trap and end up in the pen, disrupted youth

Tell you to dunk the ball, as soon as you do, they go adjust the hoop

Grandfathers, fathers, our uncles and brothers and some of our mothers abducted too

When you get affected you’ll get arrested by the same system that corrupted you

Get invested: my ancestors had to trudge the roughest path

Get your bread and mayo, let us catch up, give ‘em the mustard gas

Wanna be a soldier (huh?)

Oh, you're soft (well?)

What, you need a shoulder (Hmm?)

Oh, you’re the type to be the prey (right?) and not the vulture (Culture!)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (Uh, uh)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (No!)

Wanna be a soldier (huh?)/ Oh, you're soft (well?)

What, you need a shoulder (Hmm?)

Oh, you’re the type to be the prey (right?) and not the vulture (Culture!)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (Uh, uh)

Nah, you might not be ready for the big league (No!)

We’re stronger together than any of us individually

It’s too late to be fragmented It’s time for unification

Left, right, left, right

Left, right, left, right

Get your bread right, get your bread right (Get it!)

Bread right, bread (Let’s go!)