They talk of walls, but can’t build a picket I reserved a seat, but didn’t use my ticket I got another new trend, can you dig it? Who says the fun has to end? We can we swig it I’m self maker, self starter, going for the glory I make my own life, and I write my own story Catch me on the magazines rising to the top I hit the ground runnin’ and I’m never gonna stop I’ll be drippin’ in gold, but not with you I got a blunt in the back or maybe a few I’m working on myself, and I’m working on my people I got 7 rings, not a church or a steeple Adhere that’s it's me who won’t get stuck I got some more tape so you’re out of luck They wanted more beef so they said, “cluck cluck” Hanging words from some cloth from their truck The liquid, it bounds The real eyes I’ve found I realize I’m sound The kilo and pound Much to impound if I get this out They lockin’ people up just for an ounce Even if they ain’t smell, they grab it, they pounce So believe me when I tell you that you gotta bounce The flower, the labor, the seed, the hemp For power, your neighbor, the weed, to attempt To capitalize on the slavery tides To shove us on boats, we ain’t ask for a ride Chillin, and I’m feeling kinda alright 20:20 vision with the dreams in sight I drink a little just to feel alright To party with the homies, that’s a real good night We get so caught up in the work, The hunger in our body, it twerks, twerks, twerks, twerks To feel the rhythm, to feel the beat To jump on this ride To feel another seat To complete our destiny And that’s why they’re testin’ me Don’t have to give a lesson me Thank God, ‘cause he’s blessin’ me Don’t have to have the recipe to have a good life, yeah Just learn from the pain, and take in strife