I got angels runnin' 'way I got demons huntin' 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 a woman
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 ventin'
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just gettin' 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 the road talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my n***a spook
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 happier days
Tell me that she my bae that I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay when he ask
How's my day
Tell 'em that we the same tell em' that we not safe
I got my grandaddy's soul I'm at war that's on my mind
I seen Walter 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 court gonna throw it like
Donovan down a bit I just been modelin'
My whole career as if 'Pac was here
Studio monitors shakin' 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 watchin'
So stop comparing me to people no I am not them
A lot of people dream until they s**t or get sh
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 beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my n***a spook
Now they tryna take his life
