You will be a weapon
You will be a minister of death praying for war
Because I am hard you will not like me
But the more you hate me the more you will learn
I am hard but I am fair
Try this on Sy, grow up broke
Stand in the cold with a hole in your coat
Stay next door to a woman that'll smoke a whole
Pack of cigarettes with a hole in her throat
My mama in church high off hope
My uncle in the trap, my aunt on dope
My cousin went to school so she can be a writer
Met a nigga with some money and that's all she wrote
And here I am running these streets
Trying to find a bit of my identity
Meanwhile every other nigga I know getting
Money riding in the drop top like Kennedy
Fucking with all the young girls I like
I could be a hater but it ain't my right
I could go fuck with the big booty girl but
The whole hood hit her and she ain't my type
I came from the bottom, like it or not
They put a gun to you if they like what you got
And they might break, but they don't bend
And they don't talk cause that's not the trend
But that's not news, so y'all don't know
It ain't your boat, so y'all don't row
You gotta pay attention to be up on this
And why would y'all ever pay what y'all don't owe
And why would y'all ever give a fuck about me
And why would I ever give a fuck about y'all
There's no need to smell, I know I'm the shit
And where I come from nigga shit don't stall
And where I come from you could rah-rah-rah
Pop shit all day nigga that don't harm me
You gon' stop who?
You and what army?
See, the thing is, you only got to fuck up once
Be a little slow, be a little late, just once
And how you ain't gon' never be slow, never be late?
You can't plan for no shit like this man, it's life
Came up broke, the game was fixed
But how you gon' win if you don't play?
They say be humble, that's a gang of shit
How you gon' be the man if you don't say?
I shall not stop or reconsider
Or call in favors, I don't waver
And even though I bring y'all hunger to a halt
With food for thought, nigga I don't cater
I don't talk just cause I can
I don't let a nigga disrupt my plan
I don't let a nigga disrupt my paper
I'ma get money 'til I meet my maker
Talk my shit, kick back on acres
Win off Vick, bet it back on Lakers
Walk away in the end with all that money
Like Idris and Paul at the end of Taken
Who's the judge?
The judge is God
And why is he God?
Because he decides who wins or loses
I'm my opponent
And who is your opponent?
He doesn't exist
And why doesn't he exist?
Because he is a mere dissenting voice to the truth I speak
That's right, speak the truth
