[Intro: MK Asante]
To all my young bucks. Kill distractions, create energy, fear nothing, and attack everything. Yahmean
[Verse One: MK Asante]
MK, city of the Fresh Prince
Where they carrry them Wessons & will Smith
Real shit, got deal wit, trife
Dead bodies under street lights
Half Past Midnight can’t get right
Cause we got vision, but we lost sight
Like I had a best friend but he lost life
Senseless cause nghz was centless
Self destruction looking seductive
Half the parts but no instructions
So they looking the part but lack substance
While my raps tap hearts like favorite cousins
And Buzzfeed even said my buzz is buzzin
Did what the pundits said I wasn’t
Reputiated the repugnant, like Douglass
And I write for young bucks in the ghetto
Illustratin life on a higher level
Show em how not to settle through the treble
Problem with authority always been a rebel
Rose from concrete always been a petal
Fuck fear & doubt always been the devil
Back when my own squad was like whateva
Never doubted endeavas to betta my chedda
Regardless of wherever wheneva whoeva
Young boy, holy cow, tougher than leather
‘Summertime livin easy’ sang Ella
Hotel Fitzgerald ngh the views is stellar
Reading Fitzegerald my ngh and knowin I’m better
Than the veterans—MK—Letterman
Dopeamine like instant messagin
I’m loosin em, let me talk about sex again
How my dick long, stamina Mexican
But that New Jim Crow got my next of kin
Oscar, Trayvon, they tryna next the kid
Black, fly, handsome, intelligent
Estrogren pressed to get next to him
But I'm focused like I be snorting Dexedrine
Plus nuts, I ain’t take my medicine
Q & A – fuck I ain’t better than?
("What's your name?")
("FUCK YOU, that's my name!!")
[Verse Two: King Mez]
This feet up at the new crib music
Lotta niggas that I know never made it out
So I salute to those who did do it
Coulda starved to death ya shirt see rib through it
Lotta people lack heart won't live through it
Get the unction to fight better give to it
Bring life to the world when i write
Ya'll niggas black and white I'm Roy G Biv through it
Fought a lot, it was on if you played me
Smart but artistic school system couldn't grade me
On me, you ain't wanna see me in the ones boy
Set of good clippers couldn't even fade me
Rap niggas dont unpack ya suitcase
I really doubt the game gone let you stay
On IG, spending your advance
Got a loan tryna cover how you balled like a toupee
See you with the chains, but not affording none
Niggas kill for the jewels like its sorta fun
And they got K's And they got K's And they got K's
Not the kind that come with 401's
Love for the gun, no short of thugs, more'll come
Cause we teach war to them, it ain't what it was
Do it effect the brain well I'm sure it does
Do it effect the life, ask coroners
Highschool when the cops brought the k-9's through
One of my best friends had the bag of hash
Wanted to make bread so he had to dash
Bathroom break, met up with who had the cash real quick
Even though the grass was ass
So much the dogs couldn't smell it walking past the stash
Told them niggas look, meet us after class
Or we can do it right now I don't have to pass
See how, we do when the rappers flash
All these niggas act, don't nobody have to cast
And we live the life even if the casket crash
For the bread niggas, Even if we have to blast
Word, even if we have to blast
Grew up to get loot up
Lil niggas shoot up
Nobody blink, don't nobody bat the lash
Really tho?
I just have to ask, Do y'all see this?
[Outro: MK Asante] Be patient and tough. Some day this pain will be useful to you
