Words fly from your mouth
"I'm down for my hood"
These feelings you have inside
You clearly have them misunderstood
Exposing stacks of cash
Of the paper you making
In pours the accusations
Them folks clearly got you mistaken
You want to be seen and heard
But the language you speak is absurd
Stand tall on your corner and slang your dope
Pants falling to the ground like a f***ing joke
Oh, you gangsta?
You ain't nothing but a statistic
Looking for a quick lick
Your ending story in a jail or grave
Your soul, maybe too late to be saved