Verse 1: This is me letting go, Not giving a fuck. Ask me if I care, if you like it or not. Now see this is how we make our moves, We don't ask before we come out and shoot. And when you see us circling in a group, Kiss your ass goodbye, Cause we don't care about your loot. You had better watch out how you move, Cause this will show: you win, or lose? This is real, It might get you killed. But this is how we come up, With our wheels. In everyday situations, So what, if we steal. There's no reason you can't get killed. Feel it? Then bill it. To the organization, And then we can go get it sanctioned. To put them on their fuckin knees, All the while as they scream, "Oh God, please, please!" HOOK: This is how we grow our own into it, By our example, there is nothing to it. Thats just the way we live our lives, Not caring if we live or die. Just as long as we can, go and get by, Without having to hear our children's cry. Fuck y'all, if you think we're to die, We're First Nations, And we always got by Verse 2: Now that you brought me here, All bets are off. Feel my wrath, Cause you fuckers just set me off. See me foaming at the mouth with spit and froth? You can't apologize, you're just too soft. Did you really think, you could sneak on through. Dissing me, Now your on the 6 o'clock news. Face down in a puddle of your own goo, And don't worry about you mama, Cause she's headed there too. Factually it's better, And the blood is wetter, when you get it on your hands, Then have to wipe it off on your sweater. This is how we do, When we enter a room. People get scared for their lives So they try and not to move. Bitch, don't you dare, Try to call the cops. Or this bullet will go right through the fuckin top, Of your husband's head, As he drops down dead. And now all you see is, Murdered red. Hook: This is how we grow our own into it, By our own example, there's nothing to it. That's just the way we live our lives, Not caring if we live, or die. Just as long as we can, go and get by, Without having to hear our children's cry. So fuck y'all, if you think we're to die, We're First Nations, We got nothing to hide. Verse 3: This is the way it goes, When I'm on my flow Nobody knows what I know, And this is how it is shown. Close-knit families, get up and split. Then, I get a platinum record For all of this shit. You can never get down, The way I can do it Plus, All these words I spit, just proves you to it. So just sit there, And make some notes to do it. Then you might feel the way I do, When I'm into it. Did you hear that? That the sound of a Glock, getting loaded on another mutherfuckin block. So get down, When we start coming around. Or your body in a ditch, Might never be found. Plus, This concert will leave you somewhat dirty. And now you know, You won't be seeing your birthday at 30. How do you hold me responsible, When I'm this thirsty. And your the only person that brings Out the worst in me. Hook: This is how we grow our own into it, By our own example, there's nothing to it. That's just the way we live our lives, Not caring if we live or die. Just as long as we can, go and get by, Without having to hear our children's cry. So fuck y'all, if you think we're to die, We're First Nations, You're the one to die.