People use to laugh now I got the last laugh Same ones talked down now we cross paths Some things is not worth bringing up Looked up and came out swinging up Pops raised me to be brave and tough Ain’t no such thing as good luck When you on the other side having Bad luck, I use to not give a fuck Gave my life over to Christ Use to be mean as ever now I’m nice People These days will judge you Next thing ya know they wanna hug you Fame and money comes with a price So many hands out make ya nerves go On ice crooked cops will murder you For putting up a fight Good cops get involved they may never see the light Hope we can get our soul right Black man standing against the real fight Get judge for the color of your skin You rap about your money and the hoes When we should be gathering up our foes Taking the fight to the enemy When I first heard this beat My folks asked what don’t got into me Uncle ruckus black but he ain’t no kin to me AR15 by my side if think about killing me My vision so clear I don’t need no glasses Would I be successful if I would have went to classes College ain’t nothing but a scam Would I be rich if I never listened to Uncle Sam He been getting over since day one