I got angels running 'way
I got demons hunting me
I know 'Pac was 25
I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance
I think he obsessed with me
I say God
That's the one
I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia
Black
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for venting
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just getting richer
We just tryna live our life
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my n***as
Now they tryna take his
Life don't mean s**t to a n***a that ain't never had s**t
Yuh
Light don't mean lit in the dark
Fight don't mean fists
Ooh
Eyes don't see
Eyes don't see
Ice don't freeze
Light don't leave
I don't mean lie to me
Tell me I'll be okay
Tell me I'll be a
Tell me that she my bae
That I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay
When I lost my
Tell 'em that we the same
Tell 'em that we not safe
I got my grandaddy soul
I'm at war that's on my mind
I seen Walter's body cold
Wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried bout no rap s**t
Distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti
No I'm no Rihanna
The cork
To throw it like Donovan
Down a bit
I just been modeling my whole career as a
Studio monitors shaking
I raise the apartments
I'm bonded with profit
I made what I made
And allot it
Amount of time that's in my mind the time you was watching
So stop comparing me to people
No I am not them
A lot of people dream until they s**t or get sh-*gunshot*
That's life
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my n***as
Now they tryna take his life
