America

If all I saw was gangsters

Coming up as a youngster

P***y and money the only language I clung ta

Claim ta unrolled myself up to become one

Ain't ya happy I chose rap

I'm amongst tha

Streets deceiving

Can't believe my achievements

Cultural strata

Persona's that of a non-needer

Because I don't need nada except for Prada beaver

For cold winters tattoos got my summer's sleeveless

To my g's on the flee from the coppers

Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors

From the slums I come up a phoenix

Caked up tryna take what I'm eating

Came up a dismissive kid

You lucky if you allowed to witness this

Savvy mouth

Wild hardly

A man's man

Who woulda knew the beach houses and wild parties

Jezebel's and Stella McCartney's

For years all that

How could I not be dead

This old German

Said I was a thug with a notty head

Looked at my Benz and called that a n**i sled

With a face like he wonder where I got my bread

Probably all these stones he see

From my shows overseas

From crime to rhyme

My stories is I'm from the home of the thieves

Blessed

The lord is a g he gotta be

Who's the God of suckers and snitches

The economy

Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe

Blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro

He'd want me to spit this

Only the strong survive

Nas bear witness

The hypocrisy is all I can see

White cop acquitted for murder

Black cop cop a plea

That type of s**t make me stop and think

We in chronic need of a second look of the law books

And the whole race dichotomy

Too many rappers athletes and actors

But not enough n***as in NASA

Who give you the latest dances trends and fashion

But when it comes to residuals they look past us

Woven into the fabric they can't stand us

Even in white tee's blue jeans and red bandanas

Assassinations

Diplomatic relations

Killed indigenous people

Built a new nation

Involuntary labor

Took a knife split a woman naval