Posers

Everybody screaming gang, y'all just wanna be so tough
Y'all don't even live in the hood but you be swearing that you a thug
See, when you born in my situation, you just fuckin' hopin' that you could get out, eh
You don't wanna stay up in these fuckin' places, you would be working to make your way up

To the top, off the top ; That's the start of a problem solved
I'm gon' start up a fuckin' riot
Rising up my dying right hand
Gripping a scythe and masking myself up
Nobody likes attempting to stop us
Lie to us and lie in dust
I don't mind wiping your trust

Leave you paranoid, and fearing noise
Send you off with a gust
See this shit real, but you don't live it
Wanna do drugs, exaggerated living
Most dangerous situation you ever came with, I bet you put yourself in it
Closest to dying that you ever came would've been trying to show off with your friends
Now tell me what your life like, and don't you dare try to fabricate
Tell me why you write like you never had someone try to take it
Yet you claiming that you hated, and you claiming you so famous
This shit don't add up, no it don't add up
So sit your ass down before you get blasted

Now this ain't fashion, this is rapping
Why you acting like you bad when
You just mad that you stay lacking
Any survival tactics of a black kid
Living in the jungle of a piece of shit city
Thrown in the urban with those who don't get me
Everybody hating on those who do better
Ain't no support, only downgrading letters

Tell me why the people who were granted much lives
Try so hard to put up several fronts and lie all the time, I
Know some real shooters who do smile all the time, and I
Know some suburban fucks who talk about bodies all the time, why.... Fake

To the top, Off the top..... Yeaah yeah aye yeah yahh