Young man, brother, brother, gotta fight for something, stand for something, gotta understand, gotta make a plan, step to it, get through it, right choice, wait for justice, keep it true Invite the blues, invite the blues, brother man, young man, let me tell you something, young man, brother man, brother man, gotta fight for something, stand for something, that's what the poem's all about It was a pretty poet like I know it, but I'd rather talk about how my niggas frozen than not, rather talk about the niggas hoes than not, say I'm individuals while she hoes and not When I went to my bros, told them help me please, now we high by the PJ's, boasted by the beat, my whole bitch yelling come back, come back, come back, bitch, come back, come back, come back, bitch Hard on the nights, quick speed, godspeed, speed it like grease, lightning, leather on my six-speed bike, bicycle tires, bicycle diamonds, popsicle stripes, popsicle lights for the Klondike, pop, pop, Willys on a dynamite, 15 selling china white, cop stopping if you opposite of white, pop, pop, like you opposite of right Take heed, lil' nigga, low-key, take lead on them niggas, smooth dude ride around the boulevard back in the days I was on the train, ride the bus to far, ride another nigga wave Beautiful, the water's flat like acid street Onika, you the smaller version, you the baby sneaker Clock a 1 to high, feel the liver, be like you, album number 3 and keep it G like Q, heard you niggas get fly like G like 2, nah, I'm more like 4, like 3, not 2 Shitting on these niggas like P like U, drip Rahim and Q, got high C like juice, mama, hubby got life, he got three strikes too, real niggas bleed like me like you That's why I got a bean with a green light too, I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through, I'm just staying on my Q's and my P's like soup, walk in my shoes, follow me like soup Brother man, young man, let me tell you something Young man, brother, brother, gotta fight for something Stand for something, gotta understand Gotta make a play, step two, get it through, write your own rave, just keep it true And when I went to my bros, told them help me please And then we heard about the PJs posted by the P's My whole bitch yelling come back, come back, come back, bitch Come back, come back, come back, bitch You're a corn star, all you fuck is corn bars, you fucking pop Frenchie faux pas, because you ain't had no pop You still got catches like an outfielder, ain't getting a God's view from towers, looking down like I'm Donald Trump Thanks for watching!