Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu 
And all my niggas say 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu 
And I'm live from the streets '73 
Caprice with the alligator seats 
Alpine beats beat the block up all night 
Wood grain a good thing, we riding all types 
Chevy's alright, blue pin stripe 
All American me, patriotic when 
I ride Bulletproof outside for you monks that starve 
I got something for death wishers wishing that 
I Ease up for a minute 
Man I'm pushing city limits, no recruising, 
I didn't did it 
Spend straight to the top 
Made a couple benz 
Now it's time to hit the block and bring my niggas out to shop 
All new fabrics, 
Jordan's automatic 
Couple gold chains, couple 4-4matics 
Keeps a nigger one static 
We lie about milk city 
G's, we are savage 
Came from the basements and the attics 
Jump shot the serve rock 
Beat the average line state of a young black male 
The trap's so small but we trap so well 
Spend it all at once and make it back so well 
The circle of this how they say heaven's beyond these gates 
I swear I see heaven every time 
I enter the place 
It's the faith 
I have in change 
But it always stays the same as 
I ride around in vane 
And they say 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu 
And we smoking on that 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na (got me feeling like) uuu (that feeling's like) uuu 
I got my dog shades on 
Blocking out these trobe lights 
Eyes blood shot, 
I've been sippin' all night 
On my 7 jay paper's all white 
I'm so distant from the star type 
The ones them self of music 
Insanity is drilling me so the drugs 
I use it To flow away from this bullshit, abuse it 
Tryna escape the bull pit, that same old blueprint 
But ten friends fake women the whole niners groolish 
Nightmares in night is 
Slight glance from 
Chevy chairs 
Heavy is making hard to breathe 
The money's so fast so it makes your heart believe 
Temptation in the entertainment, all for the love of being famous 
The cool ones end up being the lamest 
So rappers 
I spoke to became the strangers 
And nameless, brainless, faceless, forgotten 
Were sitting at the top now they falling to the bottom 
Now they crawl around me, watching my every move cause 
I'm the next king 
Gracious and militant, 
Martin Luther's dream 
Peeked the whole scene through the lends of 
Malcolm Little 
Ready for the revolution, same riffle, same window 
Man, what'd 
I get myself into? 
What'd I get myself into? [x2] 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na uuu uuu