From the parts, where the broads storin hard' up in they chi-chis.
Where the PD throw ya face up on the walls like Yeezy's
Moms workin two jobs, makin it all look Easy...
While n*ggas fixed to pipes, no plumbers, I'm talkin leaky..
Only way to quit the scene is have the mind equipped by kings
My brothers so quick to follow, but who's really fit to lead
Instead of wallowing in losses, homie build it as the seed
While you wastin time complainin, you coulda used that sh*t as steam
Power yo dreams, n*gga, by any means, mentioned
You ain't really fiend til emcees plead for your intervention
Whoever gave the shoulder soon gon' get back what they dealt,
So I don't count nobody out cause that's my story in itself..
Appease the streets, where we support the G's like a wonder bra.
Even with this riff raff, there's still gotta be an underdog,
Slums fulla wasted talent like a c*mmerbund,
It's Time we March to the beat of our hearts and give the drummer some...
I Swear To Lord