Son of a King Son of a God Ain't gotta get even I beat the odds I had the oop Ain't throw me a lob So if I owe anyone Owe it to god Made it to 24 Years my nigga That's plenty mo Then some of these kids Like Willi Bo Say he had a gun Did he really tho Cops give a damn bout a nigga like me Don't give a fuck what a nigga might be Always afraid that a nigga might reach Only thing worse is a nigga might preach Like King like X like Huey Somebody riddle me that The feeling is back I'm feelin' like the villain of rap We all in a trap Everybody broke for real Send all em of back I'm building equity So I can employ the nigga right to next to me Bitch that's the recipe I just showed you how cook up longevity Own all my masters ain't got a master They gave us pastors Then gave us cancer I had some questions Never got answers They got away with killing the panthers Fuck it I'm Made in America Die any day in America Watch what you say America Hate that we black cuz they scared of us They selling Yay in America Come spend a day in America I'm from the Bay In America Die any day in America Fuck it I'm made Die any day Watch what you say I'm from The Bay Die any day in America