First thing I want to do is say what up to T.I.
King of the south now everybody see why
I'm just driving and thinking how I survived here
And I ain't seen Dre and Eminem in five years
That sounds Shady right, I live a crazy life
So many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white
I could tell you about the rims but I ain't here for that
Goin' out like Big and Pac I fear for that
Take this lambo and put six holes in it
Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it
Lift the doors up and let all my demons out

I'm sitting on these stairs at this church bout to start a verse
And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse
Tell me who inside it, who son is that
And how he get there now tell me who gun was that
I ain't saying confess definetely ain't saying snitch
But if you killed the niga help his mamma dig his ditch
I'm from a hood where nigas gotta keep there gun cocked
And kids wear Dre beats to stop the sound of gunshots
But at least they got the Dre beats
Cause kids in africa ain't even got shoes on they feet
And I've seen it with my own eyes
At the same time I'm picking flies off my own eyes
Can you feel that, if you can hear em buzzing
You can feel the pain in Mike Tyson and his baby mother
They lost their baby daughter and she was only three
She never got a chance to blossom on the family tree

We got a new president and I love that he black
But I'm a ask him like Bush, were the soldiers at?
Now move the camera to New Orleans where the soldiers at
The water dried up well niga do you know your clap
We all juveniles, we all been through some trials
And some tribulations, I'm in this booth pacin'
What do I say next should I talk about some cars
Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars

And this a Jim Jonsin track now feel the static