Virgin b**ches with rockin' clitches gettin' riches

Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here after

The devil carried the cross to Christ

On the back of a black angelic hood rat

On an anti low jack crack hat

I'm humble but I'll rumble

With any given devil on any given level

But must I put into effect

And black caught

No don't test me checks from the a** to the throne

Grown I'ma do it my way oh by the way I don't play

So what you say about this lost and found in lust but bound

To get the stacks from the last sex acts

Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter

And sent native daughters to the slaughter

The last six chapters of an anti-ni**a knock

Entitled 'Life in the fast lane'

Like death in the last lane

I live until the day I die

I live until the day I cry

I'm dead the day I lie

I'm not takin' pay off's and lay off's

Knockin' G's off from the tip off

Less academic calories

Hope to make a high price salary

I got 40 acres to confiscate

I got a mule that can't wait to [Incomprehensible]

On who gets paid and who gets layed

And who gets saved and who gets sprayed

By burnt pale faces fiends in high places

Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases

And cases of case suits gettin' loot

In a two piece multi national corporation noose

Around the neck of his pops

Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop stop

Yeah I got a attitude how do you figure

Am I supposed to be a ni**a

Am I supposed to be a ni**a

Am I supposed to be a ni**a

Am I supposed to be a ni**a