Horrors

I got some coin in the bank God put a little more in the tank I ain't a saint And I need it all for pictures I could paint Either you is or you ain't With me and my niggas Burnin tryna to sizzle a 8th I want to give a little Everybody fixing to take How would you feel if everyday you didn't feel safe I been dreaming of escaping this new rat race Just think... What if you could just Just blink yourself away Got some dreams to lose Got some to make Want The American pie And the chocolate cake Shaking the building just like a earthquake I'm looking for the love bout to jack up the birth rate I don't care what they think about me at all In the first place Imma get it Oh God He doper by the minute They pretending they don't like and they never admit it But I'm spitting the goodness Bullets you ain't forgetting Ricochet off a knee Settle inside of the hip and I don't like guns I would rather smack a nigga lip Life's hard But this ain't even as hard as it get Bout to feed a whole family from crumbling a brick Living in the brick Get caught locked in the brick Roxbury motherfucker with some confident kids Told em watch out Cuz the Devil exists They calling cops on you For just trying to live But I got love to give Tho they don't give it back The hood is anywhere my niggas at I saw him die I seen em hit him with a bat And nowadays I got problems knowing how to act But Where the real niggas at We in the time were been reading fake facts My Sister where the vape at Been sitting a Kia Dreaming of Maybach Stay black Even through the race attacks Music is the escape But feels everybody feels trapped. My head is full of all these horrors It's hard to think about tomorrow And I can't let go Black people White people Brown people And everybody in between If you listening than you a dope fiend You overdosing on a GLD king I'm shooting bullets You feeling angels approaching Just think ... What if you could just Just blink yourself away I'm yesterday's brand new today A bouquet of roses that's on display I'm in the lights with a mic Cooking toupees The front rows guzzling on the parfait Too many haters way to many suckers all day I'm in the whip speeding along The highway Ready for the next gig Looking for the exit Destined for greatness Years we invested Every sentence of mine Is like a hidden message Music for the world So every dreamer can exist They taking people's rights and their kids I get harassed everywhere I live You think my life is less than yours admit it I gotta song gonna spit it If I meet Rihanna Imma try to hit it Hoping that my demons stay hidden In jail they're only begging for forgiveness Going to church hoping That god will come visit In my feelings My mind is like a dirty prison Ain't nobody want to listen There's way to much division Everybody's morals went missing I'm not the only one My Papa taught me how to shoot a gun Got dreams of shooting mine in a stadium Bullets If I got a mic Imma stay hunting Chipping off flesh watching all the fools running Like The police shooting with no Warning They think we less than regardless The streets out here so heartless The gutter Raised modern prophets Together tho they can't stop us Black people White people Brown people Straight people Gay people And everybody in between. It's hard to think about tomorrow And I can't let go Black people White people Brown people My head is full of all these horrors It's full of all these horrors And I can't let go Black people White people Brown people And I can't let go