Marcus, show no mercy
Save that for your brainwash
My daddy was a thug; momma was a hippie
Now you got me, product of Bayview-HP
Where vampires ride when its dark
Toss detergent like its time to wash
Turn your TVs off; curtains down (gunshots)
Its never safe to watch
3 deep in a hoopty-peel off; tire marks skid off.
What goes around, comes around
Remember that bending blocks.
Before bike lanes and street chalk
Dim streetlights, police hawk; concrete lines
Stereotypes of street crime, got us strapped with four nines
We work hard; fight harder so they gentrify
I was once scared to define, cross streets
In fear that theyd judge me or jump me
So trust me, I left the house
Late to school, skipping school, after school
Down watching street fights then mob back to the T line
Loud music from metros, we K-9s on felines
Being on time, be the last thing on our minds
Adults keep telling me, diploma is what I need
To function in society, I just want to see
Different seas, in my head it plays out, assed out.
Im just tryna get my ass out, first class
Before I blast out or pass out
Writing rhymes all night, late nights getting no sleep
My producer grinding, making beats
Oh you counting bread? They counting sheep.
You might be rich but you still weak.
Get to know me; Im getting started like Monday
First day of the week, I want you, 365 and a leap
Feel free to jump, you already know. Its mighty steep
Some people stay in the shallow end, so I think deep.
Six feet, with all these odds against me
No hand outs, made my own way
So turn it up I got something to say