The Stir

Lyrics

[Verse One] They want me to rap like a dumb dumb They say I shouldn't sound like where I come from Brooklyn, can't speak to the young ones If I don't move big weight or bust guns I gotta say I'm getting money like a trust fund Be in the club with mad bitches having much fun That's messed up, 'cause you can die from a drug run Or get your hands tied up like one-one I seen Crips lose blood, 9-1-1 I watched bloods turn cripple, these ain't just puns I try to wake 'em up, like when the sun comes Imagine getting one-love letters from loved ones But instead my words hurt like a stun gun Take all the rappers you feeling I am the lump sum They just put me in the oven so I'm undone I just started it ain't hard to see I'm unsung but I love it though