“Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag
And tell me that it’s random
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that’s lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won’t be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?”
I know you just a puppet but I’m giving you props.
You lying to the public like it ain’t nothing
and I just love it, I hope it don’t stop.
I don’t give a damn, nigga bang that block.
I don’t give a fuck, nigga bang that Glock.
I seen an image of Hitler in the picture
when the twin towers dropped.
Peep the concept:
You’ve got PROgress, you’ve got CONgress
We PROtest in hopes they CONfess
Just PROceed on your CONquest”
“To my niggas having bitches, it’s what you just do.
To the bitches having niggas, this what a slut do.
My auntie told me always treat my lady right;
My uncle told me only love ‘em for a night.
You can see the immediate disconnection
between a man and a woman, the reason for regression.
For example, you heard of Amber Cole,
but you don’t know that lil’ nigga that was getting dome.”