I see a problem amongst today’s rappin
so in love wit da money no justified cappin
spittin verses busin bullets claimin they hard
but how can you be hard without rollin with God
that just cant be when you misrepresentin
before you judge me check the wordz I'm spittin
street hustlaz in this game thas gettin old
if this was slavery then you would be sold
God gave you the gift of rap yet you choose to be about the loot
shootin off at the mouth on how ya do what ya do
it’s a shame when it’s fame that you still chasin
to get the finer thangs and when it aint there God is still waitin
for you to realize that that money will pass
and His love is forever never second class
I kno u hear what I’m sayin talk down if u feel
I’m not speakin to get applause I’m speakin the real
say what u wanna I'm showin my spine
I talk bout God will u talk about grind
you got it bad and it’s sad cause you thank you ballin
I try and understand when you sayin the streets is callin
they callin me to but for the purpose of God
showin em the way that is narrow than cell bars
to a life that dont always include tha money fast cars
you talk about the street life say you a thug
tell me can you see it when I say where is ya love