I want to say..

Big house, nice whip sitting in the driveway.

Nice wife, great kids. I'm living life my way.

Til then, hustling from Saturday to Friday. 

They're looking at me sideways. People, they be hating.

First place even though I face discrimination.

Patient, I be waiting. I'm a patient in the waiting room.

Sick, I need the medicine to cure me of what they assume.

What's wrong with my generation?

C in the class, they pass. Celebration?

No. We don't run that. I aint bout the mediocre.

Work on my plate got me swamped like a freaking ogre.

But I get over. And it makes me tougher. Cause nowadays they aint looking out for one another.

I'm up against a world full of thugs.

Even in Phily they aint worried bout that brotherly love.