VERSE 1:
 Yo, I’m movin’ on the scene/
 The nicest on the Mic since Martin Luther had a dream/
 born in America, but I am from a place/
 where genocide could turn around and wipe a city clean/
 usually I stay away from sending out shots/
 but my vocal box is like a fully loaded glock/
 so when I say hit the deck, I don’t mean a Yacht/
 I mean you should duck or you can say hello to Pac/
 all I know is go, I never learned stop/
 the artist painting hits and I don’t need to wear a smock/
 I love my whole city, I could never claim a block/
 so goodbye to the bottom, and hello to the top/
 [bad word] 
 You can’t hold me, the streets don’t own me/
 I’m pushing you back for the last time/
 I said, you can’t hold me, the streets don’t own me/
 I’m pushing you back for the last time/
 ’cause I’m gettin’ away, I’m getting away/
 I’m gettin’ away while I can/
 I said, I’m gettin’ away, I’m gettin’ away/
 I’m gettin’ away while I can, yea/

Verse 2:
 I would rather break up bread, than make war/
 I’d rather have one real friend, than a fake four/
 I am never satisfied with things that I achieve/
 ’cause the [bad word] is I’m obsessed with the idea of getting more/
 Yep, you got it. ain’t nobody dope as him/
 my Mom is from Uganda but my Dad was Ethiopian/
 so what I’m hoping is to inspire the rebels/
 and be loved by the ladies you can see their hearts opening/
 I’m feelin’ like the score’s in my favor/
 I’ve got the juice now, and “CAUSE” is the flavor/
 when I make it, don’t call me a savior/
 call me the Indie artist, that can ball with the Majors/
 [bad word] 
 You can’t hold me, the streets don’t own me/
 I’m pushing you back for the last time/
 I said, you can’t hold me, the streets don’t own me/
 I’m pushing you back for the last time/
 ’cause I’m gettin’ away, I’m getting away/
 I’m gettin’ away while I can/
 I said, I’m gettin’ away, I’m gettin’ away/
 I’m gettin’ away while I can, yea/

BRIDGE (2X):
 This is for my Ethiopian Brothers/
 This is for my Ugandan Rebels/
 The world’s in trouble right now/
 It’s calling on us to make a change, yea/
 [bad word] 
 You can’t hold me, the streets don’t own me/
 I’m pushing you back for the last time/
 I said, you can’t hold me, the streets don’t own me/
 I’m pushing you back for the last time/
 ’cause I’m gettin’ away, I’m getting away/
 I’m gettin’ away while I can/
 I said, I’m gettin’ away, I’m gettin’ away/
 I’m gettin’ away while I can, yea/