Since nine five, momma been working nine five And I know the landlord fed up with our lies So we pray to the Gods, the Jahs, and the Allahs To keep us safe and watch our lives Cause all we tryna do is do good Put on my hood when I walk through hoods Cause these niggas these days is loco You'll get it in ya vocals if you ain't a local Yeah, that's why I'm tryna go global Yeah, that's why I'm tryna be a mogul And I’m hopeful that me spittin it soulful will have me in the Daily Postal Flying coastal eatin tofu Like I told you I know niggas who trash rappin Worried bout the trendin fashions rather than descendin' passion They want me send em checks but I just send em laughter Right after I start laughin They start askin “what happened?" I’m back to the chapter Momma told me follow dreams and never have to ask her, to So that’s what I do Became an MC master Since then it’s been a disaster for you Any favorite rapper go ahead ask em "Who is Joey Bad?" Watch em grasp, asthma Damn it’s so sad He paused the chatter cause he know he rather back up Than to admit the kid is hotter than magma But fuck it, you gotta give credit where it's due Cause you ain't gon' like the karma when it's set up on you It can get you on your medical Fuck you up in the decimals Or get you 2 to 3 for residue found it your retinal And they told me not to be so complex Dumb it down to accomplish articles in Complex And The Source, alfredo of course There I go again Steppin out of line, runnin' off course I heard reports that is like sexual intercourse with your thoughts When I talk about the shoes in which I walk For it is not force nor false That this kid from the North Speaks with false reports to reinforce the source I'm sure by now you can assume he never lost Unless it was some form of divorce, or a corpse Born boss no days off, child labor Let me see those in favor to spin that back like tornadoes
[Interlude: 2Pac Speaking] What, what the rap audience ain't ready for, is a real person You know what I wanna say, a real N-I-G-G-A. I'm comin' at 'em a hundred percent real. I ain't compromisin' nothin' Anybody that talk about me got problems. You know what I'm sayin'? It's gon' be straight up like if I was a street person. That's how I'm comin' at the whole world, and I'm bein' real about it and I'mma grow wit' my music
[Verse 2] Yeah, but it's far from over Won't stop til' I meet Hova and my momma's in a Rover Til' I'm an owner of the world's finest motors I blow like super novas in your daughter's room on a poster Known as history's biggest musical composer No disrespect to Bob Mar, yeah, another stoner Marijuana my older, and when I get older Hope my spermatozoa from my scrotum enters septum ovum Like 3 times Have 3 kids, I hope, Me and Wife can show 'em not to make the same mistakes that we did I hope they acknowledge the knowledge cuz yeah, they 'gon need it Cuz when my fam tried to tell me, I just wouldn't receive it Couldn't believe it Till I saw with my own pupils Felt bad when I learned that the advice was truly useful But fuck it, only made us as human beings more mutual Even though over time, our punishments they grew more crucial So use the word brutal, cuz my parents mad strict Hope one day I'll attracts the likes of even Madlib Go call a mansion They hear my songs, Mad stiff Until then, all I can do is imagine