They think they're hustlers
We have a home but we still living on the street
Telling people your story will only earn you sympathy
No self respect you lose your dignity
We smile outside but living a dead dream inside
You might think a jaguar shows no mercy on its prey but inside it has a heart of a mother on its family
F**k niggers always want a ride
See those b**hs admiring ur tatts and not seeing the scars inside
They greet you with open arms but you are just a trash in their mail spam
They compare me to God that I'm all knowing
Do I worship myself then b**hs ass nigger?
I may have a brain strategy but I have a heart to make no enemy
Y'all thinking you are Martin Luther and Mandela
But you ain't God to make no mistakes.