44 Bars

If you deal with war, backwards stay for

We're dealin' with truths and rights

Come some more into my sight

Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit

I thought the album was finished but I keep writin' shit

It's kinda funny how life changed and rearranged

No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same

The incredible album, what an incredible outcome

I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm

I used to think the fame and money was the motivation

Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and

Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement

It ain't about the money and notoriety

It's about the people and makin' a difference in society, but

Don't get it twisted, this life I'm livin' is like a movie

The Godfather, the Goodfella wieldin' a Uzi

One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he?

Same level, the same rebel that never settled

Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto, and

I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered

'Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me, different stanzas

I used to spend all of my time conversin' with you

But now I write the song to let you know I hurtin' wit' you

Shit is too big, but let's be honest man, it's kinda bittersweet

Beside the shows and meet and greets y'all only see me on the street

And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside

'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide

That misconception, 'cause I rap, I must be filled wit' pride

Shit, I ain't perfect, if you heard different, then someone lied

People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"

Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit

Since the first album I'm one of the highest earners on the label

Within six months I put the second one on they table

I've played sold out shows in parts in the world I can't pronounce

Released the tickets, watched 'em disappear when we announce

Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now, just let me bounce

The mood around me is people smokin' it by the ounce

Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday wit' a hundred grand

Don't fuck with checks, so when I bounce, I prefer cash in hand

You know my first week lookin' crazy due to high demand

'Cause people don't buy music in this day and age, they buy the brand

There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong, but back when I ain't have shit

Felt like I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit

Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask

Let me attain it by workin' hard and bustin' my ass

Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot wit' more to gain?

At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that champagne