Lyrics: I’m missunderstood We gonna let them burn like some firewood you wouldn’t last a second in my hood I can never say I’m feeling good I never do what I should You don’t know I’ve withstood You don’t know how tall I’ve stood but that’s enough of that let’s get back to the real rap Crush him up turn him into scrap Leave a gap send him off the map speak up or sit down You say something or get called a clown You need win a crown You can’t win with a frown so get up stop whining And get to resigning ya like You brought a knife to a gun fight Chillin with the they don’t bite You can’t say that anybody’s right it’s just an opinion and what a fact all that shit us just plain whack Back when me and my momma was living in a shack back when I was little and couldn’t get cut no slack