Lyrics

[Hook] x4 I do this I-I-I do this for my culture Word to my sistas and my brothas of my colla [Verse 1: Epic] Yo my culture's not a fraud That's the brother's in New York State field dicks of (?) is from a start This crack shit tore us apart Open the heart And fill it with that green shit By any means Gotta flip into some greed shit It's a trip to end no "Justify the means," bitch Take a look We got more brothers in jail than college Big Mama hooked on dope And life is hell without it And I doubt it's 'cause we like this shit But we still buy it Cook it Bag it up and we light this shit (?) and the price of it A&R standing by like I like this shit Get a house, nigga, stand up, recite this shit Now the whole world screaming, "Look where hip-hop been!" Present day, '80's babies on this hip-hop shit Won't make the same mistake that our elders did I know you felt this shit [Hook] [Verse 2: Illekt] Who am I? The greatest rapper of the century Essentially, number one draft pick No, they not benching me But they mention me when they talk about success 'Cause I'm Derrick Rose with the flows And I know that I been blessed And haters gonna hate so I ain't gon' stress I send a tribe on a quest Trying to find a vibe that I get when I kick it live So vicious, I do this For my mama working late-night two jobs, trying to get a cake (?) Roaches in the kitchen no pot to piss in This is how my people still living And this is for the man selling mangos Another down the block, selling anything you need Yo I got your thingle This is that 5-stripe, one star Revolutionary thing is like Ellison and (?) This is more than the music This is a movement [Hook] [Verse 3: Jasson] I fuck some emo ass niggas and some white-boy killas Coked out chickas and some skinny-jean sistas Say what I say just to make you whiteys mad Could give a goddamn about your street wear and your fads My color ain't a trend, my culture ain't a brand My president is black, bitch, take it like a man If you don't like it, kiss my high-yellow ass I am what I am: a Reagan baby White America, maybe ADHD and crazy 28 years old and Jesus still ain't gon' save me So this is for my people of the sun Who die by the bomb, and live by the gun And child of the soldiers who be snorting gun powder And slumdog childrens who will never see Millions Living in this world always told they the villain And still you ask why they crash planes into buildings? [Hook]