The circumstances don't call for your meaningless bops The people's souls need feedin a lot They hungry and when there's no crops they won't admire the cream that you got They'll come and take it Leave you leakin so their bleedin can stop, it's real NBA look like rappers' careers They stop all in mid-season And all the sudden all that big streamin don't seem as important as givin people more hope Rather know there wasn't one bead of sweat I ain't leave on the floor So I forego all the horseshit Cause when it's 4th quarter all we got is who we are And I won't ever forfeit and they won't' ever forget (If you chose the war then be a star and you force shit) And make excuses for rich people so fast, dog The way parents make excuses for the parts of the kids they know they passed on Do we wan be better? If you could would you be an oppressor?