[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of being tired
Can’t pick a side my Gemini
Self judge whether you live or die
Either way bloods gonna cry
Best believe I really always see
Put my life on a silver screen
Stuck inside the belly of the beast
Can you please pray for me?

[Verse 1]
Get god on the phone
Tell the kids come on
We gon farm again
And create crops alone
World has gone crazy
Where did they wrong?
It’s catastrophe, it’s a war zone
Get dad on the phone
Y’all just gotta know
Roads lead back to Rome
I ain’t coming home
World has gone crazy
Where did we go wrong?
It’s an icy rink, it’s a labyrinth
Get her on the phone
I just got a raise
I spent it on a plan
I’m boutta get some land
And I’m bossing up
Bitch get out the way
I’m the only way
We can elevate
Ah
Temper is frozen, it’s deep down the ocean
Ah
I don’t do the hoping, yeah all of it’s stolen
Ah
My spirit awoken, I know that I’m chosen
Now you all on me, I was never your homie
[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of being tired
Can’t pick a side my Gemini
Self judge whether you live or die
Either way bloods gonna cry
Best believe I really always see
Put my life on a silver screen
Stuck inside the belly of the beast
Can you please pray for me?

[Bridge]
Get god on the phone
Tell the kids come on
We gon farm again
And create crops alone
World has gone crazy
Where did they wrong?
It’s catastrophe, it’s a war zone

[Verse 2]
Get mom on the phone
Flashback nino, sitting down playing games aftermath became great
Reminiscent on times them saying I would be nothing, now I’m 20 something wit a double annual budget
Juggling shoulder chips while the world’s still crumbling
Mom, I’m bout to really kick the fucken bucket either that or alter this construction
I quit given into the consumption, everything here means nothing
Traded guidance wasn’t part of our junction, love rains in I’m getting lit at my party
Veined efforts flowing throughout my body, regained power yeah I guess I’m the one
Man fuck it, mi soul really the sun
Glowing gold while I’m playing no role
Music recording, time stop drop and roll
Their actings old, I ain’t watching their shows
Always known to bring headphone scissors around, it’s the world that I like to cut out
Painting pictures without shadows of doubt
Dark inking cause these evident messages bold
Status be incognito and work is covert
Change your vibes cause my 963 hurts
Kill the hype then put it deep in the dirt
Overwriting, the emperor always gon work
Tried to help but none of which perked
That bitch there she already been dead
That boy there he already been dead
Crying men, environment products failed once again
Uh well not my problem, replication means no self association
Hard to bear the news but that’s my golden statement
I could put your favorites all in a hearse
Guarantee that’s something none of em want
Triple threat, you won’t want problems wit us
Speaking of which, I found peace in Nunavut
Far but same feeling of us cold as fuck
What if I become reasons they done?
Shit I’m just too real as they come, I mean what are you dumb?
I’m protecting my babies, this world is too crazy
The knowledge fulfills me daily, shit you could sit on the boy but don’t get too lazy
All of our ments can be suffixed like why are you angry?
Do I need some changes?
Yeah, black and white has that polarity co op don’t fucken flip like the sidekicks we’d phone up
Get god on the phone