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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you up in the decimals
Or get you 2 to 3 for residue found it your retinal
And they told me not to be [bad word] Dumb it down to [bad word] articles [bad word] And The Source, alfredo of course
There I go again
Steppin out of [bad word]  off course
I heard reports that is like ual 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. [bad word]  at 'em a hundred percent real. I [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] No disrespect to Bob Mar, yeah, another stoner
Marijuana my older, and when I get older
Hope my spermatozoa from my [bad word] 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 [bad word] useful
But [bad word] it, only made us as human beings more mutual
Even though over time, our punishments they grew more [bad word] So use the word [bad word]  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

Imagine

Ima make it all happen