Verse 1:
We came from a ghetto of post [bad word]  to the world to show who we are

In my town I wear the crown
Aint afraid of u bulling me down 

Goin from rags to riches, 
from loading mags n killin snitches

To being known from coast to coast
Raising crystal for da toast

Fool u think that life is perfect
Well that’s because u haven’t heard the verdict

Guilty as sin, where to begin, 
these [bad word] tryin to fit in

World elites [bad word]  richer than rich 
Fabricated our world stitch by stitch

Your throwing gang signs, screaming Where are you from!!?
Ok, [bad word] bring ya [bad word] on.

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Goin to the top
Selfmade
Nasty game we play
Selfmade

Verse 2:
Yeah I am white, so what da [bad word] 
I rap better then ya girl can suck

lots of homies do beats but they are aint nice
but I don’t give a [bad word] this beat was made by tnice

This world’s of representing and being on top
One chance is all u got take it on da spot!

We finally made it, our live are loaded
Money, jets, cars all dat [bad word] sorted 

Our pockets full of money but its aint a dollar
and the car we rollin in is aint da pala

We had a clean souls but we sold it
To hip hop for life it was worth it

You want my guns, to be part of your time, 
the thought of u being all dat just blows ma mind!

Man take control of your own life 
What ever you want Just do it on this ride

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Verse 3:
Yeah, we a white so what da [bad word] black is skin color, not personality , right?

Rap music is for all this whole Black act is old
Get free, have fun stand always tall

Because its your own view and perception 
Live on da highway with no direction 

We dreamed of equality and that was right
so what up with all this blacks only rapping sight

Stop talkin’ bout dis gangsta [bad word] It aint bout rap or sellin crack

get out from da ghetto live da clean life
Take your chance now It is still yo ride.

Who u wanna be? teacha, a doc
Or yo enemy the [bad word]  cop?

Make a choice forget da odds
shot for da moon u’ll still reach da stars.

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