[Verse 1]
Late night thinkin, turned a nigga to dranker
Tryna ship a milly, who can really be the anchor
Cash to the ceilin, only feelings for the banker
Paper, talkin turn this field into some acres
Danger, them honor roll students can turn to gangstas
Hope I see the fruits of my labor, before the maker
I just know them niggas got bullets up in the chamber
So I bring it all the table like it was catered
Another day, another friend gone
Death's door, Brought me anger I can't fend off
I just pray the law get 'em, b4 I get dawg
No killer, but I'm thinkin like I'm Slim Charles
Lawd, I know this thinkin ain't right
Me and my demons ain't tight
See the same plight, that's the thing I can't fight
Cause them cowards killed my nigga and they didn't think twice
Just another thing I gotta through
Breaking down, hear the sound up in the vocals
I do it for my town, all the kids that are local
That see themselves in prison, 'fore they see themselves as moguls
I know people, that got it but lack the confidence
It's hard when the school and the news tell you the opposite
So they learned from the struggle instead of colleges
Keep a foot in the streets instead of politics
Get it, how you get it, swear this shit is so addictive
You won't understand if you never had to live it
Open up the fridge, only ramen in the kitchen
Some sellin rock, goin' minin' in the kitchen
Mass incarcaration, tryna lock us in the system
First offense, and gave him all the time that they could give him
How ya start checkin my car when I'm the victim
Cowards go abusin they power that shit is sickenin
Win or draw, I can only lose, if I never start
Set-it-off, do it by myself, that's a better cause
The tendency, is people more temporary than rental cars
Gettin' close, ready to blow, that when the pressure's on
Never-lost, chicks be more interested in credit cards
Sickly how she go through them fifties and never menopause
Debutante, want me to make it to feed her every want
This Cashflow too out of control for you to levee on
[Chorus]
Still got my feet in the paint, To my people I'ma saint
I can probably go against a tank, I'm used to doin shit they said I can't
Take a couple puffs to maintain, its still riddlin the brain
They rather hear about my chains, that's how you entertained?
They don't care about the pain
They don't care about the pain
They don't care about the pain
They don't care about the pain
They don't care about the pain
They don't care about the pain
[Verse 2]
Went broke for it, went to another coast for it, All I sacrificed to go for it, so horrid
Did it free, no dough for it, lost friends and some hope for it, God bless
The benefit i'm putting my message in those sentences
Like maybe all these remnants of friendships can fill my emptiness
My penmanship is givin me reason, to take a breath again
Execedrin for pain, this little pen is my medicine
In debt so they leavin me no choice, fuck humble, I rather come in no poise
Cause they muted a nigga like I had no voice, let em play with it, now we brangin our own toys
Imagine, I was so silent in all my classes
The actions, fuck talkin about it I make it happen
I rather come to take those props instead of askin
All I had to learn was from people who never had shyt
How do you reprogram, a grown man?
Where we throw fists before we fixin to hold hands
Straight to the grind, they think I'm talkin 'bout slow jams
On stage, dolo I had no bands..
Ughh, they used to tell me I had no chance
How you gonna tell me shit when you a door man?
I could be up in the streets lettin fours blam
B thankful I'm goin for mine, instead of yours fam
