I got angels running away, I got demons hunting me

I know 'Pac was twenty-five, I know Jesus thirty-three

I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me

I'd say, "God, that's the one," I know she would die for me

They want a barcode on my wrist (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 getting richer, we're just tryna live our life

Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite

They killed my cousin with the 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, talkin' to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

And none of them would get along

Mama beggin' him for winter clothes

I was chillin' with my **** Spook

Now they tryna take his

Life don't mean shit to a **** that ain't never had shit, yeah

Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fist, 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 it'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 shit, 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 alloted

Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watchin'

So stop comparin' me to people, no, I am not them

A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh–

That's life

Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite

Killed my cousin with the 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 talkin' to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

And none of them would get along

Mama beggin' him for winter clothes

I was chillin' with my **** Spook

Now they tryna take his life