作词 : Maurice Shadee Clarke
作曲 : Fabrice Ferrando
**** who came the hardest
We do our thing regardless
Regardless of these niggas
Tryna do our own thing
Stayin' true, never into roll playing
Blowin' smoke, probably blow the whole thang
In a room, listenin' to Coltrane
With this elevated mind on a nigga
Yea, 'cause baby daughter gotta eat
Mom's need a break, get up off her feet
Same job, same shit every week
Anotha day to deliver
Elevatin' the mind, spirit, anotha level
Talkin to a nigga like I ain't nobody special
What? But that's an insult to my character
Ain't mad at cha
'Cause most of this don't matter bruh
My mind is on the up, and up
My mind is on the up, and up
What?

**** all the bullshit, let's make it happen
Ten toes down, two hands, keep it movin'
Gotta pretty little girl out there
Yea, get yours black man
Yea, no excuses
Even though they try to shoot our whole kind dead
All in the head...shit
A closed mouth still don't get, fed
You still got arms and you got legs