Game: I am Huey p newton whit air force 1's on
Doctor martin Luther King whit to guns on
I am one zone short of a break
One chronic blunt away from a classic
I am a mother fucking bastard
Literally I let my lyrics overflow on the page
Until they spit on the beat
I do what you niggers can't I am what you niggers ain't
You say you an artist mother fucker then paint
that's the base line the motivation for jamie to play you wrape line..
I paint pictures in my mind
imagine who dead if I see a flat line
You nigger ain't like me
And its likely that im spike lee in some coke white nikes
At the knicks game With my legs crossed like a boss
How a nigga from compton become the talk of new york

Chorus

we Been broke so long it's so hard hidden from behind ma scars
that something thay you think about
it was No dope just hope in my heart
Tired to reach for the stars
now I am something you can speak about

Clyde: Look into my eyes
hate too much I aint seen
Except death and the penitentiary gates leave ..
My mark on the world for i cut
the artist homie spoke on whit the poke and the brush
Paint a picture of a world made up ..
I try to be different but I am just like them
Fairy tales and fantasies are made ud jims
And never went whis far when i could fake one still
the pressures of life If that's a carrier
Say what they want And not what you feel
what's inside of your soul are un ..
To let it out The only way you could clear
ain't been in .. But you can bet i raped about it
so far life good without it stripe for what's great
though the hood is grounded when punishment can't leave the block when I'm bouncing
Chorus: we been broke so long it's so hard hidden from behind ma scars
that something that you think about
it was No dope just hope in my heart
Tired to reach for the stars
now I am something you can speak about
Clyde: ayy homie I'm just talking my shit every day hustle I'm just othering hits
score.. last puff then flick light up and let the world hear this
Sharp as the guitar that plays in the background
… is the puton that's passed from the playgrounds
Younger whit the slick ton thuging
years later I opened up the oven
years later who knew that they love me, and thank me for everyday hustling
Consider me the king but a act like I don't want it
lab rat laberin craping performance stage is enormous
doing ma gig felling ma self like Mac d r e we be the best like fat joe d j
the ghetto to a multimilli stay to know that we
Chours: : we Been broke so long it's so hard hidden from behind ma scars
that something that you think about
it was No dope just hope in my heart
Tired to reach for the stars
now I am something you can speak about