[Intro]
Get alone in my thoughts some times you know? Just had to pour it all in a song you know what I'm sayin'? Never half assed nothin', 100% behind that shit, you feel me?
Gelato mixed with a red line haze, a little Sour Diesel you feel me? Make the mood right
I'm about to jump in my bag, let them make a documentary
[Verse 1]
Pencil in my soul sentiment, no resentment
Need undivided attention, hope you listenin'
Talk to me
Take this walk with me
Clearly see what my vision is
Penny for your thought, I pinch this penance I can reminiscе to younger days
Eager hearts, growin' pains
Causе when it went from dark in tints to sittin' in limousines
Purest thing seen since the cocoa leaf in Medellín
Papa had these tendencies in private I intend to see
Ancestrally the shit been done, ain't no excuses
Sometimes ashamed being white to tell the truth
These cops only seem to take the job cause they wanna shoot
Give your life to God just to have it taken by Dylann Roof
Fuck white supremacy
Focus on the future, y'all done fucked up the history
Pray for revolution just to celebrate the victory
I ain't seen the signs I decided the sign was sent for me
I'm hoping God is listening
[Chorus]
This is not a Game but they gon' make a Documentary
Salute me, I got suited for the draft, bitch I'm in the league
This success I'm makin' got you hatin', that's ya penalty
Middle finger raised like what the fuck you thinkin'? Is you shittin' me?
This is not a Game but they gon' make a Documentary
Salute me, I got suited for the draft, bitch I'm in the league
This success I'm makin' got you hatin', that's ya penalty
Middle finger raised like what the fuck you thinkin'? Is you shittin' me?
[Verse 2]
On the soul inside of me, I'm a rollin' [?] with comradery
That's Wood, Tink, Rome, Ruger Mel, what it gotta be
In fact statistics givin' us crumbs, I don't bottom feed
Main event and logistic business is out of poverty
I'm from the Wake, they givin' out wakes, take ya final breath
My [?] Jazzy, motivate me to take a higher step
Right outside of trenches, my destiny that I manifest
I miss my homie Dilly I feel he want me to let him rest
We was kids in school, smokin' blunts, fuck the principle
Problems we had inner school dawg, but I had principles
Different views, see me now, I'm a different dude
Shit we did was cool but it ain't shit like what we finna do
Hatin' all these trailers 'round me, feelin' broke
I had to make it out of Wilson County
Fuck you know about this place when they feel like you drownin'
It's astoundin' thinkin' 'bout these dead bodies on these two hands and couldn't count 'em
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Triggered thoughts
Filled with death would cost in the fiscal I was gettin' lost
It's a killin' spree in my mental, think what all it cost
Pour some gin aside for the victims
Man made the disease, the vaccine, the clinic
Still pray to God we don't get it, we gon' get it
It's a blind leadin' blind lead us is how they intend to teach us
Divine teachers predicted, I defy with this fire inside with my resentment
Did colder quotes for the ghost, never wrote for your status quo comprehension
And not to mention, pandemics made you shut up and listen just to admit it
Better than half of this half assin' accident that y'all baskin' in
Made you worship these red verses, God crafted it
Your old ass don't belong in this class; Billy Madison
Get in the bag while I get in my bag, this one an accident
No cappin', rap like the backpack got a strap in it
Just make sure you know what you askin' when you askin' it
[Chorus]
