Could we get three minutes of your time, give or take a second or two? See, when they ask you about the culture, tell I know it well This what you get you mix Tony Hawk with Ice Cube, NWA, and the Bones Brigade Let me to them
[Verse 1: me copping nag Champa north corner of Santee or Twenty minutes east of South Central, that's West Broken imposter, black rocking white Rasta Jimi Hendrix, Courtland Urbano all your preconceived The narrative fight great, the heritage a man stand with his spine straight The ground grew Kendrick, Anthony Kiedis, Incubus that speaks to the Jim Morris in each of us Shared the same nutrients, except mine got laced divine DNA, [?] The child of a freedom fighter, trialed like graffiti Wild like the Riders We are all daywalkers, hybrids, bilingual, in the King's tongue, Elohim and human one Rosetta Stone a mic and some Chucks on All to all men, so all men say "Amen!"
When you're the product of a Panther and mama's answered You don't even think You be "Let's go!" When they ask you about the culture, say "I it well"
2: Lecrae] Hey look, my homies told me back I was playing my Nintendo To away from windows, cause bullets, they tend to hit those My mama told I got the PSone To skip the BS and us or be as numb As every other brother throwing up colors in my I knew better, but couldn't do better but then I to be The same dude reading Wayne Grudem though I grew up Listening to and Ice Cube, be amused Had the we used that to bruise cat's egos you might find me under the steeple Preaching to the or making me a sequel To mixtapes, get shin scrapes at parks I'm everything in I'm a product of great art I'm a product of Descartes, Tim Keller, and Iconoclast the glass ceiling they put above me The that they hate me, the same reason they love me