You better stand for something or you die in a second

You better count your blessings if you run with a weapon

You better say a prayer and hope that God can protect you

If ever the reaper come that time that you ain’t expecting

I’m never scared, Im cautious Lord

Cause **** be plotting

I’m often James Harden strapped, I ran with the rockets

I’m talking Mossberg pump for robbers and vultures

Them **** set you up when it’s supposed to be kosher

I’m setting up like ladder rungs and calm as aderol and out of funds

For now am just glad am one with myself

Shit I done fucked around and had a son

So Ima do this shit for him in fact something

Matter of fact am finna react like chemical criminals mind-state

Look at the crime rate, killing you **** am giving you my pain, giving you my life ,giving you my name

You gatta be feeling my now wait, there’s more

Oh Lord what it be like, help me see the snakes

Help me see the gentle-hearted, help me see the fakes

Help me see the fuckboys , help me see the jakes

Help me see a billion if you willing and I thank You for every second

Ama make it if takes sleeping in this vocal booth with no food or a blan-ket

Oh shit damm its getting cold

Cause when you think the story told there’s more

You better stand for something or you killing for nothin

You better have a reason for that squeezer you busting

You better dodge the cops cause if they see you, they cuffing

You never see them coming now you wheezing and huffing

You try to run , the sheriff puts the gun to his shoulder

You should’ve listened to your mama, thinking you older

You more than fucked up, your lucks up, its over, totaled, ground, shook, supernova

Over time I hope that we can grow and change

And growing pains for us was more than Alan Thicke

I ain’t playing when I say am on flames stay in your lane

Or witness murder in the first degree for saying my name

But I ain’t trying to end up like the story I told

The police shoot a **** down and watch the story unfold

The furious soul of Sean Bell speaks in my flow

Am leaving the door open so the people can go in

Oh Lord what it be like, help me see the snakes

Help me see the gentle-hearted, help me see the fakes

Help me see the fuckboys , help me see the jakes

Help me see a billion if you willing and I thank You for every second

Ama make it if takes sleeping in this vocal booth with no food or a blanket

Oh shit damm its getting cold

Cause when you think the story told there’s more

Recognise my life and my story

Recognise my fight and my glory

Recognise my pain and hope for me

Go for me take a stand and vote for me

Oh lordy the politicking be so boring

Til the game on the line and I go Horry

I mean in over time or the 4th quarter

Order in the court , mortar in the booth

Am about to blow , Warning

M. Xavier fool ..