Be The First Nigga

[QuietTruth]

It all started when I was a pup, hearin' moms be called a cunt
They was goin' thru they stuff, me bein' in the middle of their scuffs
Fightin' back and forth moms ignoring doin' her make-up in the mirror
He screamin' at her, 'you ain't shit', making himself feel more superior
Plates hittin' the wall, phone pulled out the socket ain't makin no calls
No love at all, same shouts out the door just signin up to school's a brawl
It became aggravating, fearin' that the combat at anytime could be reinstating
My moms I stated hating even though hearin' her badmouthed was violating
Felt for her effort to take care of her kin, her efforts to come out wit the win
Even though there was no shield from the begin, saw somethang form within

So I'ma be the first nigga in the rap game to possess respect to the women
Cuz I'm bringin' somethang different, other niggas ain't equipped wit

Grandmother told me the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
Taught me to be the gentleman, that Grandpa was to her as a girl
She continuously said your body's nuthin', your soul is what it's about
So guess what my niggas, it's the soul that I'ma make count
It's the sayings the quotes, the prayers she sang when she hit every note
It's the time she would devote, to make us fixed and no longer broke
Troublesome kid but she was the one saving me, started framing me
She never dressed like a rose the wisdom molded thee, must be,
Why I look up to ladies who appear to those who just got out slavery
Now when you start seeing respect throughout the game begin blaming me

Becuz I'ma be the first nigga in the rap game to possess respect to the women
Cuz I'm bringin' somethang different, other niggas ain't equipped wit

Every path has its puddle, and thru it I watched every woman stumble
Nobody laid they coat across and I always felt the guiltiest brotha
Witnessed, each mistress, on the bottom of the shitlist
Seen menz entering lifes than exiting out wit the quickness
Six of one, half a dozen of the other, no matter which one it was hell for the mother
Becuz each one of them brothers, was using her for a cover
Grandmama brought the respect to the table now I'm willin' to give it back
Return the morals for the black, when we had the dignity in tack
The love the appreciation, holdin' the doors open for tha ladies at the congregation
Back when shining shoes was in style and there was no need for education

So I'ma be the first nigga in the rap game to possess respect to the women
Cuz I'm bringin' somethang different, other niggas ain't equipped wit

Watchin' her smile opening a gift, tears forming in her eyes
Tryin' to find some words between her gentle cry
A nigga wanna hit this though, and wanna beat this hoe
He hard wit his people, but why you turning cheeks fo'?
They say you grow up to marry the women in your life
So is that what you want to treat your grandmother like?
Niggas think they ruff and rugged, let's see wat happens to these puppets
When the strings is in my hands, they words won't be sayin' nuthin'
Wannabe's think they deep, when they believe they talkin' 'street'
But wat the hell you gon think happens when a kidd switch up the beat

Becuz I'ma be the first nigga in the rap game to possess respect to the women
Cuz I'm bringin' somethang different, other niggas ain't equipped wit

Put a mil, this'll change the game, yeah yeah I know what a sick bet
Crazy shit, now in the meantime let the reanlness get your dick wet