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    How much time it take? I gotta accept my flaws
    Lately I’ve been dozing off like Tylenol
    I just finished school, I'm just a know it all
    Yeah, if I don’t know the answers, then I guess I'm wrong

    I’ve been losing sleep, I'm losing stride
    The hood in me can’t multiply
    What do it take to get me by?
    I guess therapy can’t sympathize
    We living with each other lives
    Everybody switching sides
    I wonder where my brothers lie

    I'm in the moment where I don’t know what's next
    I even contemplated texting on my ex
    If my back against the wall, then I'm dealing with reject
    If the fame come too soon, then I'm dealing with the press

    If you a man and you cry they assume you depressed
    Check the color of my skin you would know I'm oppressed
    I'm a product of some dogs that was counting every check
    If it’s me against the world, then I guess I'm taking less

    How much do you really got to lose?
    Pictures on the Gram turn to something we can’t prove
    If make it out was a person, let me be the living proof
    Sour taste in my mouth, they was laughing at my shoes
    Always been that guy that just try to play it smooth
    Guidance in the mic, it’s just something that I do
    But if words can get me by I'ma sharpen up my tools
    Lately I’ve been focused on some things I’ve been immune

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    Was a class clown in a clown class I’ve been amused
    Yeah, when the times changed and I look back I been abused
    Yeah, same pencil from freshman year, I just reuse
    Yeah, that bad bitch with the long hair, I couldn’t refuse
    Yeah, yeah

    I just realized that I'm living in lust
    Gotta close my eyes and look above
    But liquor talk and bullshit walk
    You see my scars, they cut that far, yeah

    They look for satisfaction in designer stores
    It’s the law of attraction in a bag of clothes
    The time I spent out there wanting more
    Can’t be oblivious to the doors I closed

    Print my face on a paper like a missing person
    Before learning how to write I was thinking cursive
    Understand that I'm different, I'm just now learning
    It’s those signs from above told me talk to sermons

    Oh, in other words we lost under rocks, spin our clocks
    It’s a speed to the top but the heat it been hot
    Unless you fold then you rot
    Shiesty mask for them shots
    Story time no plot but them stories got red dots

    Okay listen, I got consumed by my vision
    Thinking Hollywood was my mission
    Wish a nigga would tell me different
    Sharpen up my wood I'm a villain
    Niggas got two-face they revealing
    Have you seen the judge know the feeling
    Even though the judge know the feeling
    Ha, that's crazy

    Crying to the jury for repentance
    Product of the system, not a menace
    They put him in a cell for a minute
    Tell him this is hell, this ain't prison
    You shoulda seen his eyes when he saw the witness
    But let me finish

    Honestly I'm mortified there’s no more pride
    Even holding hands you can’t tell the sides
    Even knees on necks they been televised (and we know who died)
    Tears across the window but it’s no more cries
    Why we getting jobs when we can’t apply

    I mean apply it to our real life
    If there’s no food on my plate, I'ma seize mine
    Fuck 12 and drive-bys, they just creep by
    I be existing till my soul dies
    I know bae got it twisted but its soul ties
    My story won’t be finished, it’s a cold dive

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    Composición: Mati Regassa, Gibson Prescher y Yakree

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