[Hook: The-Dream] Trouble world, trouble child Trouble times destroyed my smile No change of heart, no change of mind You can take what's yours But you gon' leave what's mine I'd rather die, than go home I'd rather die, than go home And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
[Verse 1: Pusha T] Unpolished, unapologetic This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish Money is universal, that's the only language The dream ain't die, only some real niggas We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas My better half chose the better path, applaude him Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom The California top just falls back like autumn And they say I'm on the verge of winning I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning Old habits die hard, that rainy day bag buried in the backyard It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards Cause stand up niggas don't lay on no floors Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses Push...
[Verse 2: Pusha T] Unpolished, unapologetic Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort My nonchalant attitude is always f-- it 35 years of marriage and my momma left it You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him (Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out, bitch You know this money grew your hair out All that shit I bought you wear out Rich, and I'm the only one I care about Place none above me, God don't like ugly Hate me or love me, only he can judge me
[Verse 3: Pusha T] Unpolished, unapologetic Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend School of hard knock, I attended Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended I was a goner, punished by karma Called him tar baby now he's transcending genres The 911 king with the ass shots A toothless crackhead was the mascot The owner of the key to that padlock I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the last shot I need all mine, reparations We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres