Текст песни Confusion - Just Ro feat. Common

I used to practice my skills in slanted backs of veils
Slingin' Sugar Hills, tryin' to get my bills
Raised among ills, and cool-ass folks who wore jeans to they thighs
With FOTIs, I epitomize game
Yo niggas know my name
Rollin' with the nation, the business in the frame
Yo, keep the fame, it's all about the ends
The shorties in my hood, my family and friends
That Benz in my yard, that credit on my card
After 25 years of this nigga livin' hard
Like God, I ride, to open up your eyes
Sister close your thighs, quit flirtin' with them guys
Show your real prize, true players take your heed
While we drownin' in this alcohol and weed, for real

Give us this day, Richard got our daily bread molded
My old girl said, "Rasheed, you should've voted"
The truth of the moment on the poll, it wasn't nothin'
But components to a system that's corroded
Secrets get coded then promoted to the inner-city bosom
Jobs is scarce, most'll die by hustlin'
I get into discussions with the Christians and the Muslims
Of percussin' in this real nigga ensemble, Chicago
City of steppers and niggas with wild hair
Besides the hawk, there's a foul air
Wonder if I'll raise my child there
Regardless it's the foundation, a hustler's salvation
Organized gangs and out nations

It's the hustler, the scholar, street soldier supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Comin' from the go, ill state for sho'
Out for respect and the dough, bust it out
It's the hustler, the scholar, street soldier supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Ill state for sho', comin' from the go
Out for respect and the dough, yeah yeah

They say the early bird is the one to get the worm
So I rise before the sun, not to be outdone
Steppin' to the world thinkin' Ro get the dough
With my grill all bent so you coward niggas know
Hit the nine-trey, hooked with E and get blowed
It ain't even 9 o'clock and we got the block sewed
Takin' what we owe, never frontin' what we know
I gotta give some love to Big Money and B.O
Abort the nonsense and resurrect your mind
Everything gon' be fine, now it's my turn to shine
I elevate the blind, rewind history
Knockin' off you marks when we for the fame and glory
Average bars bore me, come and afford me with credentials
Ain't impressed with your body and your dentals

Stimulated by a tree of drama
I advance on the branch of respect and honor
A patient of the ill state, sinnin' in trauma
Never been one to side with homma
For Armageddon, I'm gettin' armed plus armor
The karma of a martyr on the rise like the temp in the Southside sauna
The preface to the book of life states the pack humid
To it I react by stayin' strapped with the MAC of courage
Parallel to a carousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at the street called Wise and made a right
Sorta how I play my broad is how I play the mic
First I, cuff it, heh, finger fuck it, check it
Spit somethin' rugged, other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me, passively they strike, never matchin' me
Rapidly though, blastin' me, I fabricate
Verbal tapestries, tappin' the keg of your conscience
Navigatin' niggas like Farrakhan with a compass

It's the hustler, the scholar, street soldier supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Comin' from the go, ill state for sho'
Out for respect and the dough, bust it out
It's the hustler, the scholar, street soldier supreme
Bound by common ground, here to put it down
Comin' from the go, ill state for sho'
Out for respect and the dough, yeah yeah

Now y'all know
For sure y'all know
It's like that
How we come through
Ha, Com Sense and Just Ruth
Southside, Westside, everywhere
It's like that
Y'all know we universal
Yeah, two-thirds of the universe
For the original black man