[Verse 1]

I went from irrelevant to real and now you know what I’m about 
To where my story starts from how the [bad word] [bad word] about 
Where’d I get my heart from? Defiance in my arteries 
There’s giants in my neighbourhood, the violence is a part of me 
Silencers on shotties while Illuminati’s eying me 
The future’s in my palm, this is who it is that I will be 
It’s intuitive probably, I just knew that it gotta be 
 [bad word] down and paranoia’s like I’m through with a robbery 
I came through with the mob with me, my brothers are gangsters 
For real [bad word] the pinstripe suits, we shoot to kill 
I ain’t no guinea driving around in a Coupe de Ville 
I’m an Irish alcoholic staring with [bad word] grill 
I been around the world from the rhymes that my hands wrote 
Fiends shooting dope in their veins cause they can’t cope 
I read the letters from the prisons that my mans wrote 
And screamed the pain in my life from my [bad word] throat 
Cause I am

 [bad word] 

No superstar, no father figure 
I keep it simple for you, it ain’t hard to figure 
I shouldn’t have to scream and shout 
To get my point across, when I was young this is what I dreamed about

Crispy benjamin bills and heroin, hey 
Code of silence, violence never could say 
Fly ho sucking me off every day 
 [bad word] the world, this is just the American way

[Verse 2]

Rosary beads hang from my neck, sixes on my dice repeatedly 
With Jesus and Judas at the Last Supper 
They’re both starting to eat at me 
I started bogarting the scenery when nobody believed in me 
My friends are ODing and leaving me 
People are [bad word] pushing me over the edge perceiving me evilly 
Even if I deceivingly mean to be mean, it’s all meaningless 
And I’ll be locked in a six by eight box as a genius 
If the genie [bad word] out the lamp three wishes 
Then I ask first to stop being so vicious 
Remember back when I was broke and cleaning those dishes 
For five bucks an hour, all I wanted was power 
Number two, I wish that I could be understood 
It’s time to be before I’m six deep under dirt 
Under but finally cause I’m a piece of [bad word] 
I got plenty of people reminding me 
I have visions that you gotta be blind to see 
My third wish is for my son to be a champion 
And see the light when the world’s dark and the lamp is dim 
He can’t be me and thank God that I can’t be him 
Let him know who loves him, this is what I was then

 [bad word]