Uh, yeah, uh
You feel me?
Uh
This straight from my heart, homie
Cry Nation all day
For real, you know, uhuh
Life can be such a burden
Every day struggling
If you're going through it, this one is for you
Don't give up, gotta keep ya head up yo
Just keep going
For real
Yeah, uh, yeah
Straight out the burning flame, from da curb I came
Only eight when my life got merged with pain
Life's a bitch, ask Kurt Cobain
Lil homie cut his wrist till the nurses came
Keep a full clip for those who curse ya name
I'm from the block where you pitch crack, sit back and serve cocaine
The strongest force is love, make attempts to understand the dynamics
My flow is iconic
I used to blow chronic
Just to ease the pain, my eyes rain, my tears could claim Titanic
Uh
Born Jamaican
Hardship plaguing my nation
So I hitch a ride to America, dipping immigration
Hustled on da slave ship to see us all make it
Latin chicks with cute faces, saw em all naked
Uh
When I die there's no heaven or hell, dead is dead
So get ya bread, and don't stress ya head
Listen to my bars of pain, only scars remain
Now I'm free from ya bars and chains
So I ball, this calls for change
Hustle hard in the pouring rain
Da struggle drive da poor insane
I'm so fly, so high like a soaring plane
Ghetto kids got hopes for fame
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up, keep focus mane
Yeah, uh
My flow so heaven sent, speech so eloquent
Cry Nation president, this is my regiment
Been through the pain, my scars are my evidence
Flossin' in the Range, da balling never ends
Reminiscing on my past days
Several years back on da block struggling all day
Sold weed in da hall way
Da streets got me curious, pops got furious
He didn't know what to do with us, can't nobody fool wit us
This life ain't for the weak hearted
When they pass the weed, spark it
Dem young niggas strive off this shit that we started
When ya life end, you can't restart it
Just pour some liquor for the departed, nobody's rewarded
So keep ya third eye open when you're outside dealing things
These blocks are hell and they call me the demon king
Keep ya sympathies nigga, I don't need a thing
Kill or be killed, that's the streets we in
Listen to my bars of pain, only scars remain
Now I'm free from ya bars and chains
So I ball, this calls for change
Hustle hard in the pouring rain
Da struggle drive da poor insane
I'm so fly, so high like a soaring plane
Ghetto kids got hopes for fame
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up, keep focus mane
Yeah, uh
So real, so timid, money to be made, I'm so in it
Succes, I'm soaked in it, being poor's finish
Hop in da Benz with four ho's in it
Aiming for the stars 'cause there's no limit
No gimmicks, my soul's in it
Congregate in the streets with my peeps, pop a cold Guinness
Tell em fakes and em freaks to mind they own business, the hopes in us
Homie's paper chasing now it's life he's facing
The constitution's adjacent to a legal assassination
I'm here to flow for, for dem hustlas, give hope to da babies
Take da dough from da greedy, give da dough to da ladies
Black boy elevated from da hood, copped and white Mercedes
Giving his money to them greedy motherfuckers that slaved me
Nas paved da platform
Poured his soul in em rap songs
Glad to see the Grammy's had a plaque for him
Clap for him
I ain't carrying books when you see that backpack on
They call me Riviir, the new rap don
Listen to my bars of pain, only scars remain
Now I'm free from ya bars and chains
So I ball, this calls for change
Hustle hard in the pouring rain
Da struggle drive da poor insane
I'm so fly, so high like a soaring plane
Ghetto kids got hopes for fame
Keep ya head up, get ya bread up, keep focus mane
Escrita por: R. Mitchell