Uh-uh-uh, what up?
 Uh, I'm tryna, what up?
 Uh-uh, I'm tryna get something
 Uh-uh-uh, I'm tryna, what up?
 I say, what up?
 Uh-uh, I'm tryna

 Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry
 Sometimes I hate to bear the [bad word]  sometimes I wanna lie
 Sometimes I wanna school the youth, sometimes I wanna ride
 Sometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibe
 Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out, this song bout a young boy
 that's going wild inside, when my world collide
 with your world where your girl and your kids reside
 We kill the facades, we feel free to fly
 We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
 I care about my pride too much, if my clothes is new
 if my ride is plush, if my hair is cut, if my diamonds is [bad word]  I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? Wrong
 Insecurity roams the [bad word]  Homes where kids must have jewelry
 The high school female need earrings and details
 so she can be cool to be amongst popularity
 The various name brands that reach the price scan
 that's not about the right price, but more like the right scam
 [bad word] us all, confuse us all
 Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw
 Now let's draw the picture of a rapper with a chain
 in a Range that is not paid for
 My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house
 that lives around his neck like a white collar
 So why fast forward? Then I rewind
 time machine can help me double back to slavery times
 Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
 The blacker you are, farther you from the white man's home
 Negro spiritual zones gave us some type of sanity
 Before your vanity they parted our families
 They put us in hundred-degree shade, and outside we bathed
 The more we were afraid, the more they [bad word]  and trapped our minds in the cage, our freedom was so fake
 Couldn't see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, uh!
 And school was exempt, see we couldn't have smarts
 and a smirk could get you hurt, wound diversed from a scar
 Four-hundred years of nothing, four-hundred years of suffering
 Four-hundred years of tears and tribulation, miseducation
 See what we facing is [bad word]  back to the roots
 Remember whips on our back and if we [bad word] they would shoot?
 Call us [bad word] and figured that we'd never lived in pursuit
 of happiness, we captured these feelings in things that we do
 Thought it's abstinence in slavery, but we made [bad word] to
 a modern perspective, my shoe selection gotta be Louie
 Her handbag gotta be Gucci, it's fake then she foobie
 She still bad though, and her fake Gucci ain't that bad though
 We filling up the gas for Rollies
 Upgrade to twenty-sixes, out there riding Kobes
 My cousin from the South, slavery start in the South and I bet ya
 he [bad word] for the life of his ancestors
 So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw
 The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss
 Slaves

 Uh, I say the four-hundred years we never had nothing
 Barely had clothes on our back
 It's the reason why when we get a little bit of change
 we over-exaggerate on our living expenses
 So if you get your first big check and you cop a chain before you buy a house
 You're a vanity slave
 If you're a female and you got four, five, six rings on your finger
 four holes in your left ear and a nose piercing
 You're a vanity slave
 If you got an '02 Monte Carlo with twenty-fo's on it
 and on the back of the window it says "get on my level hoe"
 You're a vanity slave
 We all vanity slaves
 and with that being said, can somebody please tell me where the mall at?
 I'm not from around here
 Hey Ali, where we at? Idaho?
 Yeah [bad word]  you know the first of the month
 You know them [bad word] in
 I'm tryna get something, but what up?