Letras
You ain't bout no murda
You ain't bout no killin
Stand up for yourself brotha
Go on raise your children
Got 2 cities all on my back
Got 2 50s all in my lap
Knock these snitches off of the map
Man I ain't buying all that
You a King!
You aint a gangsta Or no hustler
You aint a pimp, man you my brother
cnd yo the sooner you discover
Showin love don't make u a sucka
I was on world tours
While You was on world star
Marveling at how trifling these girls are
Spending your advance on a chain and a sports car
Tryna get support in your city is like Dolly in a sports bra
Used to change my D's into B's on my report card
Now I got a seat where the academy awards are
They say you like the johann of yo time
With yo grind you should be on in no time
Problem is I don't bite my tongue for no cosigns
Nigerian nightmare dragging folks to the goal line
Christian Okoye, rippin through the foy-ye
Get it the raw way
Philly to broadway
If u don't work, then u don't eat
We put in work, yeah you know me
Times is hard, but we ain't stressin
Count ya money but count ya blessings
You ain't bout no murda
You ain't bout no killin
Stand up for yourself brotha
Go on raise your children
Got 2 cities all on my back
Got 2 50s all in my lap
Knock these snitches off of the map
Man I ain't buying all that
You a King!
You aint a gangsta Or no hustler
You aint a pimp, man you my brother
cnd yo the sooner you discover
Showin love don't make u a sucka
Brotha pull ya pants up
Stand up like a man bruh
I know times is hard sometimes
We struggle for an answer
But this stuff is cancer, eatin at yo soul
Now we fighting over materials
We ain't even got control
Television is poison
Radio is straight poison
Reality TV show ain't the only place of employment
While You think u enjoying
cll they doin is destroyin
They ain't gotta kill us off fam
We do the job for them
cll of my favorite rappers are hypocrites
So i guess it's expected that they should flip a
Put it on a beat you might recognize
Pushin buttons cuz most of y'all is mechanized
They might cut u a check but they don't respect you guys
Status Quo irrelevant, true artistry never dies
Bout to mash out, finally see a Lil fame
I hear no so much Im starting to think it's my middle name
Will i blow, like winds in chicago
I try to estimate but truthfully on god knows
Started catching fire, kept My rhymes cold
Tryna feed an army with 2 fish and 5 loaves
Hands tied behind my back wearing 2 blindfolds
Tryna fly a kite with 2 bullet sized holes
I'm after a legacy, not murcialoago
You would still wouldn't doubt me
If u knew what I know
You ain't bout no murda
You ain't bout no killin
Stand up for yourself brotha
Go on raise your children
Got 2 cities all on my back
Got 2 50s all in my lap
Knock these snitches off of the map
Man I ain't buying all that
You a King!
You aint a gangsta Or no hustler
You aint a pimp, man you my brother
cnd yo the sooner you discover
Showin love don't make u a sucka