[Intro: T.Bailey]
You can't tell someone
That they not passionate about something
Ima do this the best way I can
[Verse: T.Bailey]
Yo, as I'm 30,000 feet headed overseas
12 hours long I'm reclining to be at ease
Leg room, a bit of whisky a vacant seat
Reflecting back on the time when I was rhyming in the streets
Rhawn And Myke, scouted no hesitation
Then they said hop up in the studio then we created
3-5 songs a day, cause we was on a mission
Came along way with shows, mix tapes, and engineering
Never trust anybody mentality
Played the victim, felt everyone was just after me
We was in the Benz, the white one with YG
Bitches drunk as fuck throwing up in the back seat
Shoot out over by Roscoes right out the whip
Heard bout like 100 shots lucky the killer bricked
Momma know I love her, even after the difference
They feel the distance, I'm killing beats call it a hitlist
[Hook: Luccie Fontaine]
See, a black man, I just happen to be
In this white world
They don't want me to lead
Fall victim to heed
Take you out of the game
Right before you score, family pain
Take a shot man, straight to the dome
Poor the rest of it out, for my niggas that gone
Can't cry no tears, I let it reign through the song
And say a prayer lord keep me strong, rejoice!
[Verse 2: T.Bailey]
America land of opportunity
Other countries kill for a privilege just to come and see
The same shit America take for granted
Is the same resources that people would take advantage
So much more to see, I haven't seen enough
I was going downhill momentum shifted up
I went to school but still that money wasn't enough
Doing illegal shit with some immigrants in Africa
When I was young my dad drove around this Buick
He instilled the music, only right go pursue it
State to state DJ Quick in the tape deck
Stay ready so you ain't gotta Suga Free said that
Had a book full of CDs and threw out the cases
Back when a CD the only thing out to make it
The internet came about and made it look simple
Cause niggas getting on strictly cause instrumentals
[Hook: Luccie Fontaine]
See, a black man, I just happen to be
In this white world
They don't want me to lead
Fall victim to heed
Take you out of the game
Right before you score, family pain
Take a shot man, straight to the dome
Poor the rest of it out, for my niggas that gone
Can't cry no tears, I let it reign through the song
And say a prayer lord keep me strong, rejoice!
[Verse 3: T.Bailey]
Y'all not here but real shit yall apart of me
If it wasn't for a team, I wouldn't even know how to reach
While they was opportunist, we was out creating our own
Time to sit and face it and I ain't talking no iPhone
You know you good when you your grandaddies favorite
Dreamt the other night that I couldn't touch him I hated it
We can link up like a Rolex
I an got my weight up without the Bo flex
Pull his record way before he was rapping
That record indicates he a phony and he just acting
I'm MIA so they ask me how have I been
Rather than already anticipate on seeing me again
Stock market discussions with the ones I an came up with
Profit over wages and trading margins, percentages
Money, either ruin or run everything
Your Parents asking you if your man can afford a wedding ring
[Hook: Luccie Fontaine]
See, a black man, I just happen to be
In this white world
They don't want me to lead
Fall victim to heed
Take you out of the game
Right before you score, family pain
Take a shot man, straight to the dome
Poor the rest of it out, for my niggas that gone
Can't cry no tears, I let it reign through the song
And say a prayer lord keep me strong, rejoice!
