This should be the Real nikka Grammys, where we buy Rollies
And treat 'em like trophies, you'll never understand me
You ain't come where I come from, nikkas on xannys
Mommy on crack, how we gon' feed the family?
Might as well start sellin' it, everybody inhalin' it
Young, black and intelligent, what they should've been tellin' us
But they was jailin' us, lockin' us in a cell with a stranger
So they could raise us and wonder why we rebellious, up
nikkas goin' through pain
I ain't show up to school cause I was goin' through things
Now I'm gettin' this money, feel like I'm goin' through change
nikkas drivin' me crazy, they do it all for this fame
fukk nikkas, fukk bytches, they all phony
When I was broke, they wasn't 'round and they all on me
Two Maybachs in that billion yard, homie
Dropped a couple mill in the crib like a mall, homie
point out the bad parts