Life A movie in my head A page of lines we read The words remain unsaid Time A race you never win Look back at where we've been And throw the towel in Everytime I see a sign Tell me what's the bottom line Tell me I just wanna take my turn Now before I crash and burn Yeah Hope A candle burning bright A temporary light Till we return tonight Love The mighty drug we crave The master and the slave Will rule us to our grave Everytime I see a sign Tell me what's the bottom line Tell me I just want a place to rest Count to four and catch my breath One, two, three, four I don't know what to feel Don't know what to say Don't know what to do I don't know where to go Don't know who to be Don't know who to know Life Is never what it seems It shakes you from your dreams Wake up and start to Everytime I see a sign Tell me what's the bottom line Tell me I just want a place to rest Stop and let me catch my breath Everytime I see a sign Tell me what's the bottom line Tell me Forget all that I've been told I just wanna lose control Everytime I see a sign Tell me what's the bottom line Tell me I just wanna take my turn Now before I crash and burn

How many gats in the slacks be showin'? Betcha that the man downtown be knowin' Wacks turn to beef when the gangsters meet Son of a slave master keeping it goin' Goin', goin' Goin', goin', goin', goin' How much do you want for that real dope beat? (How much?) Another A&R man, lyin' through their teeth Son of a slave master, meet and greet There goes the publishing and you're back on the street (Back on the street) 25 thousands like selling it free Seems like a lot next to poverty How much you really want for all them beats? Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' All the gates of Henry uncovered your past Checkered like a Nascar flag, vroom, moving to fast Betcha if you had your way you'd turn back the hourglass What an A-S-S Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' Don't come to the party unless you bring somebody (hey) Somebody that wants to dance Somebody that wants to make sweet romance (We still got) mad love for ya Even though, even though really don't know ya Black on black crime, Abel and Cain You would think high yellow would be a shade (oh) A 21st century is still about greed and fame I'm about, I'm about to go insane (want to go insane) Somebody call 911, then leave his name, leave his name Son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a slave master Son of a, son of a son of a slave master (master) Still runnin' game, yeah, she's still runnin' game, y'all Yes, she is, runnin' game, oh, still runnin' game, you'all Runnin' game, runnin' game Runnin' game, runnin' game

They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us Powdered eggs and government cheeses The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten Summers, coolin off by the fire hydrant Yeah I'm from the ghetto Where old black women talk about their sugar level - it's not unusual To see photos of dead homie's funerals Aluminium foil on TV antennas Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners Girls die their hair with Kool-Aid They gave us lemons, we made lemonade But this nigger's payed, ancestral slaves Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bling Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer Do I mean it like a slave master, nigga? No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases That should mean the court could see my changes Take off the bracelets Savage when broke, smoke sour diesel, need no Bowflex My chest still cut up like a bag of dope Thought patterns consist of boss matters Spit Moses' lost commandments like a gross sandwich out my mouth Toast to government cameras peeping us, every week I must Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs But this is what I was dreaming of Between cutting hard coke with new razors slicing my fingers up They used to string us up, we wanted everything But the one bringing us cake be the snakes like the Like the New Jack City wedding scene No time for mistakes, trying to get it like Medellin They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer People afraid of criticism But I always put myself in a sacrificial position They been know I ain't just rappin for fame I got my old homie hasslin to father askin for chains Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don't matter They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more So now my enemies are at my front door Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence They callin it reverse racism Still to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung' I'll always have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me You'll always know where to find me They say the close ones will hurt you So let's keep a small circle On the road to riches and diamond rings In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes