to make it out the strugglevyou gotta be jacked run around counting money stacks im out to make them steady racks chaasen that tail around all day cause im about to wax that ass ill wax you haters casten shade on me cause you cant face the facts your music is off beat lyrics hella wack so i snatch the mike up and kill you on your raps i never grew up in a mansion i aint priveledged all that media shit is wack they wanna focuse all our anger on eatchother but let not divide well come together all us whites and blacks makem put thier money were theyre mouth is cause the only thing i see coming out your mouth like craps were gonna stand together and crack right back i grew up in lowcome housing right across the laundromat shots goin off every day liven at the trap grew up broke and hungry looken for a lil snack so before you cast shade ill hittem with the fax we all gods children and we riders to the max haters gonna hate fuckem well sit back and laugh counten stacks dont lettem waste your time cus you aint gonna get it back i walk up snatch the mike give me it. back ill strike down so hard cause a power outage and turn your world to black im a white mc and this life aint made for the weak you gotta face the facts pussy money weed is my motivation to grind hard and start maken stack grinden my way to the top cus i sure as. hell aint going back...