[Intro]
Yeah
Pain from 2020, nigga
Look
[Verse 1]
I know a nigga that's facing like 5 to 10
I was spoiled, he was hood, when I met him, he was my friend
We shared a bunk bed, summer was coming, we making spinners
Different backgrounds, but when we was talkin', shit the same image
He was D1, never lost at anything
Kinda like a role model, momma raised me finnicky
Nigga made me tough, blood fighting in the grass
And I knew that if I told her, he prolly would whoop my ass and never back down
He prolly don't remember me now, we kinda shifted
Working on my pen and I noticed I'm kinda gifted
Staying distant from my nigga but he did the same
I wonder when he think about me do he feel the same?
I was thinking bout my nigga for some time now
Livin' in my circle got me fighting with my mind now
Nine years later, my momma told me he was in a situation
The actions that transpired really had my mind pacing
I hope for the best, knowing he bout to just be a number
In the system and I hope that God with him in the prison, uh
Life is a book and the hood is a hood movie
Niggas kept the pistol tucked and I know that that didn't suit me
Went to rapping, everlasting, like pastors I'm really passionate
Shooting for the stars but I know my path really accurate
Niggas dying everyday, I quote what Rico said
Staying in the crib, hop off the porch then Imma end up dead
I'm telling tales that niggas'll never tell on the telephone
Crack on the street, they act goofy when they inhale it wrong
Momma hold my head and put me in the crib
Maybe I should watch a movie, show me how to live
I'm caught up
I'm caught up
I'm caught up
[Bridge]
Writing this on the wall, lashes is on her back
Steady walking, don't fall in line cause they telling us how to act
We caught up, we caught up
Writing this on the wall, lashes is on her back
Steady walking, don't fall in line cause they telling us how to act
We caught up, we caught up
[Verse 2]
I'm a target
Life a gamble, I bargain
Got my wallet in my pocket but niggas think that I'm harming
So I keep it in the glove compartment
Me and my niggas saw a stick up in the old apartment
Leaving the Dollar Store, kinda broke, I was scared
Only like 14, the stereotypes of niggas addictive like morphine
I see my reflection, I look at the news
I'm feeling depressed, I'm buying more shoes
Wonder if I'm a target
Maybe cause I'm an artist
Maybe cause I'm brown with 200 years from them auctions
Writing this on the wall, lashes is on my back
I stay walking, don't fall in line cause they telling us how to act, uh
I'm not sleep but I'm not woke either
Kill us with the rope and they actin' like we some broke divas
Was born in the city that's gritty, don't ever come here
Looking at clouds, not knowing life is so unfair
Dying by the noose, 7 shells in my back
25 to life, if the coppers catch us with a sack, or a strap
I don't even got a wall to lean on
Life is on credit, I knew they coming to repo
Thinking bout my seeds, pray to God my niggas read
Staying on my grind, dropping my messages when I leave, uh
Hoppin in the whip, drift in Heaven's Gate, meditate
Watching niggas die and not knowing his soul would elevate
Melanin hair, it keep me nap as ever
I know that one day, I will probably nap forever
Melanin hair, I keep it nap as ever
I know that one day, I will probably nap forever
