Uh, you don't know who you fuckin' with Ain't no Democrat and by far I'm no Republican This the type of talk that'll probably *** my publicist And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubblin' Uh, the type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law Or make the government come after me in public Won't hear this on the radio, this here is not for publishin' This ain't that bubblegum ***, no, this ain't that double mint Uh, consider this a risk, I swear I see them buildin' pyramids brick by brick They'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against the *** You don't believe me, look what happened to the Dixie Chicks Uh, it's like nobody else complains Till you try to be more than a nigga with a chain Cube already told you they corrupted everything And we just out here tryna function, tryna maintain Uh, a hundred miles an hour runnin' when I hit the ground Thoughts movin' through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud I pray in heaven, ain't no fuckin' niggas ain't allowed A hundred miles an hour runnin' when I hit the ground Thoughts movin' through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud Till then, it's back to the paper route, paper route Uh, and of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbin' for Jordans Can we not afford them, but got enough to get a Glock 40? Is our views on reality kinda distorted? But still, even though I understand the story I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate On a sexy short, bitch, so what's the score? Chillin' with some Reds, dawgs, drinkin' white man's poison Uh-huh, now that's a forfeit Sellin' what's for free, that's extortion But still I'm wonderin' what family was present when history was recorded A hundred miles an hour runnin' when I hit the ground Thoughts movin' through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud I'm prayin' heaven ain't no fuckin' niggas ain't allowed A hundred miles an hour runnin' when I hit the ground Thoughts movin' through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud Till then, it's back to the paper route, paper route You think you really know what's goin' on? They passin' laws where they can run up in your own home Cameras on your laptop, TV in your iPhone The battery don't come out, that mean it's always on Smile and say cheese, yeah, niggas gotcha I told you fuckers three years ago about the watchers If you don't take the microchip, then you can't make no dollars This ain't no lovely day for a neighbor, ain't no Mr. Rogers Don't let them fuckers rob us for our freedom and our rights And you be like, it's on the news, so it must be right Who's pullin' the strings? Who's rollin' the dice? Who's callin' the shots? And who's startin' the fight? A hundred miles an hour runnin' when I hit the ground Thoughts movin' through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud I pray in heaven that them fuckin' niggas ain't allowed A hundred miles an hour runnin' when I hit the ground Thoughts movin' through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud Till then, it's back to the paper route, the paper route