The Stir

[Verse One]
They want me to rap like a dumb dumb
They say I shouldn’t sound like where I come from
Brooklyn, can’t speak to the young ones
If I don’t move big weight or bust guns
I gotta say I’m getting money like a trust fund
Be in the club with mad bitches having much fun
That’s messed up, ‘cause you can die from a drug run
Or get your hands tied up like one-one
I seen Crips lose blood, 9-1-1
I watched bloods turn cripple, these ain’t just puns
I try to wake ‘em up, like when the sun comes
Imagine getting one-love letters from loved ones
But instead my words hurt like a stun gun
Take all the rappers you feeling I am the lump sum
They just put me in the oven so I’m undone
I just started it ain’t hard to see I’m unsung but I love it though