we came from a ghetto of post ussr
comin’ to the world to show who we are
in my town i wear the crown
aint afraid of u bulling me down
goin from rags to riches,
from loading mags n killin snitches
to being known from coast to coast
raising crystal for da toast
fool u think that life is perfect
well that’s because u haven’t heard the verdict
guilty as sin, where to begin,
these m-th-f—as tryin to fit in
world elites f–kin’ richer than rich
fabricated our world st-tch by st-tch
your throwing gang signs, screaming where are you from!!?
ok, m-th-f—a bring ya sh– on.
goin to the top
nasty game we play
yeah i am white, so what up
i rap better then ya girl can rock
lots of homies do beats but they are aint nice
but i don’t give a f— this beat was made by tnice
this world’s of representing and being on top
one chance is all u got take it on da spot!
we finally made it, our live are loaded
money, jets, cars all dat sh-t sorted
our pockets full of money but its aint a dollar
and the car we rollin in is aint da pala
we had a clean souls but we sold it
to hip hop for life it was worth it
you want my guns, to be part of your time,
the thought of u being all dat just blows ma mind!
man take control of your own life
what ever you want just do it on this ride
yeah, we a white so whats up
black is skin color, not personality , right?
rap music is for all this whole black act is old
get free, have fun stand always tall
because its your own view and perception
live on da highway with no direction
we dreamed of equality and that was right
so what up with all this blacks only rapping sight
stop talkin’ bout dis gangsta cr-p
it aint bout rap or sellin cr—
get out from da ghetto live da clean life
take your chance now it is still yo ride.
who u wanna be? a teacha, a doc
or yo enemy the noisy cop?
make a choice forget da odds
shot for da moon u’ll still reach da stars.