Grab The Mic

[Hook]
I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!"
Staring at the world through my rearview
I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!"
Staring at the world through my rearview

[Verse 1]
Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
Just a high school drop-out, young drug abuser
Momma told me there'd be days like this, I never listened
Spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison
The world don't give a fuck about the kids
I could see from the poverty and the evil shit they did
To my young nation
Participation, more hesitation could turn lethal
When it ain't no love for a young nigga, he turn evil
And burn people, with no hope, it's no peace
To all my niggas start regulating on your streets
Busting the neighborhood scatters, another drug war
There ain't no truce or negotiating with thug lords
Tried conversating but he won't listen
He says the world is a living hell for God's children
Picture him still in the pen doing life plus two
While I'm staring at the world through my rear view

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It's clearer now, cause I'm a noted individual
Bust 'em to God, not just a small time criminal
Times have changed, homies died, only lies remained
Massive amounts of narcotics helped me hide the pain
Wishing on a Benz, came up on the Jag
Then gotty out for the crime time, reflect on the past
All my home boys that didn't make it, for you I do it
'member back in the days as young truants, uh...
Telling me to beware because you cared
Helped me to be prepared
Cemetery of homies no longer here
But what about the babies? Lost and watching burglars
Too dumb to be a dealer, too young to be murderer
I'm begging you God, don't make their lives too hard
They're already scarred, too doped up to see the stars
We're living to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too
Staring at the world through my rearview

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Pictures of plenty, handling semis, sipping Hennessy
I hustle for pennies, known by all, feared by many
I watched and took notes as a child, I strategised
Witnessing crack dealings and drug killings that scattered lives
Niggas don't know me but they think
That we can be closer than homies, nigga you phony so quit buying drinks
Mind on my money and funny about my currency
Niggas don't want to see me, shooting but they ain't worry me
Living to tell, prison is hell for a nigga
They're using my bail, build bigger jails for a nigga
Father, I'm feeling tired, forgive cause I'm a sinner
Living life as a thug, while ducking cops and the criminals
Homies and dead and buried, past times is gone
You ask why I drink liquor? Cause my mind is gone
And if I die, then let me watch what we've been through
Staring at the world through my rearview