Lyrics

[Verse 1: YZ] Who gettin' money with me, who ain't sittin' on they ass? Who ain't waitin' for somebody to come and show 'em the path? I, Y's alive, lookin' for the leaders Do you think it's really wise if government farmers defeat us? Think about it, ask yourself, yo are they crooks? If they gonna keep a secret, would they show you the book? And take a second look, ask yourself your own questions Ain't no need for second guessin' when it comes from this lesson 'Cause if they shut it off today, who's gonna stay? This shit's for real and ain't a play, they takin' babies away It could be the last days, but some brains on vacation And just because you ain't here, do you want it to be the end of civilization? Maybe your kids can rule this nation, stop your brain from free-basin' Yo, why you lacin'? You got your education You can make a change, you can make a difference When the shit seem strange, so what's your claim to fame? [Verse 2: YZ] You can do it, you can work your way through it Don't know if you knew it, but waters can flow like fluid Or can be stiff as a brick, which is it, what's the lick? If you had to pick, which pick would make your style sick? Make you more legit, make it your time to shine You better do it quick before I make your time mine My light shine, illuminate grey state to state I find prey like the earthquake, but wait There's more, assure you I can endure I own land without rap while most rappers are poor This ain't a diss, this is some real shit, you deal with it Problem is, you use your heart to kill shit, I feel with it You need to quit it, that child shit, acidic Your ego won't let you admit it, you ain't wicked You ain't a killer upon, try to explain And fuck you rappers that ain't true to the game, so what's your claim to fame? [Verse 3: YZ] You had it all, you got it worked out Got a degree, still got murked out Safe your trips way down south, you from up north Now your bed's soft, sleep in it He shot you in your face, your Armani's were tinted Now how you plan to end it? But death don't know no name Now everybody mentioned you at the basketball game They said you played for the team and you had nice hands Not to mention all the ladies loved you upon the stand Now they mentioned scandal and how you moved fishscale How could you do your mother wrong and say you goin' to hell? I don't believe it, why do they do your name like that? If anybody was headed for fame, it was you black It's a tough life we're livin', to all my people locked up or missin' Death don't know shame, I hope you're listenin' It's your life, live it, do your thing, watch your pivot Only you know the path, what is it? What's your claim to fame?