[Translee]
{Verse 1}
Pussy, money, power, religion go hand-in-hand
Ill be going to war with all of them, my own Afghanistan
Ill never stand for lower standards
Im high as hell, haters wishing I was landed
I might as well give you hell, I don't need it myself
In the building cold killas probably be to my left
And I dont need them salty looks, I already seasoned myself
I need CDs on the shelf, shit I believe in myself
Fuck you talkin about, I got some baggage
Please tell me who doesnt
Atleast a nigga ain't out here dream sellin' and juggin'
Bitches tryna get in touch with me, emailin' my bookin' like
Those dont even come to me, but glad you got that love for me
For real, the system is problematic
For 12 year old molly addicts the cycle is automatic
Who got the answers?
And the 'suede on got em the only soul we know got a grey gum bottom(?)
Feel the object is, effect the project kids
Show 'em monetary gain for the pyrex dish
Show 'em yeen gotta really worry 'bout that bitch
I been pickin' up the slack so much my bicep ripped
Tell me how we feel a glass with Mai Tais
When opportuinty is really taking a skydive
Tell me how the hell we givin' daps and high-fives
When drive-thrus killin more niggas than drive-bys
{Chorus}
Its why we fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live
As some young niggas we talk kill or be killed
I let the band play fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live
I be lyin maybe but hey, thats what it is
{Bridge}
See we have sort of a arrested development, man I see this cocaine complex, this marijuana hysteria, this social media/television dependency, fast food dependency, government social service dependency. And I understand we can't avoid usin' them shits but you know you gotta look to yourself to define yourself. Like Pac say "don't let them tell you who you are, im gon be me when i get money, or if im broke as fuck." I remember seeing them looks on them kids faces when I used to perform 'Does Anybody Love' at them highschools, they wanted to like that shit so bad but I understand the pressure I know that love is not always the cool thing do but, its much cooler to talk bad about your hater think about that
{Chorus}
Its why we fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live
As some young niggas we talk kill or be killed
I let the band play fresh up outta fucks to give, thats how we live
I be lyin' maybe but hey, thats what it is
{Verse 2}
I got the juice like I let Pac fall off the roof
I shouldn't be so egotistical but damn it's just the truth
It made me sicker than the flu to see how all these niggas flew
But you knew all these niggas fluke
When I step out on the stage, my mind release from the cage
Aslong as blood is in my veins my words will never go in vain
Crazy how I'm transformin' to an activist acting as if watchin' Django wasn't the catalyst
I'm a strategist, I strategize before I fantasize I'm in the camera's eyes
Roll Tide you'll never stop this Alabama pride
Granddaddy cries 'bout battles at Iwo Jima that was 1945
He was barely a high school senior
He was fightin' over seas for a country that didn't want 'em
Prolly never tell 'em my first time was with a white woman
That would just ignite somethin in the soul of a soldier
Who 94 years old cause he remembers movin' over for the fairer skin to have a better seat
For him to see a black president was ecstacy
It's even greater that his grandson courageous with dreams of really makin it
And usin' music to help alleviate all the racist shit
The people know it that Leezy is just a poet
They tryna keep us focus on drugs and buyin' Moët
I ain't goin for it, got me so annoyed but I ain't show it
Niggas actin' like Uncle Toms for Tom Fords
I'm coppin' them Concords I hop in a drop Porsche
They sell they own soul to follow the concourse
I'm breakin down demos, recordin' my demos
I be doin' demos, not worried bout them hoes
Schucks, your nigga runnin' a muck
Rather this than jobs that havin' me piss up in a cup
Music industry is pussy it take a money to fuck
You cummin or what? You coming or what?
