*Talking In The Background*
The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty,
and ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete,
niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
day to day livin' with no religion
and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers
don't know what to teach us
They don't get a second look without
Pornographic caught they children
learn the words and say it
but don't nobody know the lord
baddest shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the middle
Take it how you want to take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish
from the ones who fake it
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-
Nobody felt what I was feeling
Broke this shit, but that ain't
new so I can cope with this
for those who don't get a chance
and dig the shit I be saying
what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one