[Verse: Vi Seconds]
Look
I hear screaming in my ear, my mother barking
“Never let another n***a bring you fear”
So I’m here
‘til I lay from a heart attack, I’m talking back or
‘til I’m filled with bullets on the charges of walking black
Hold your dezzy I’m ready for steady shots
In the news only seeing things from one side like Fetty Wap
I been ready I got bullshit in my rap bag
I been ready for my rest in peace hashtag
Fuck you thought? My city’s something I’ll never shame
I’m eatin’ all y’all, and that’s something that’ll never change
‘til there’s better days, I guess we all in danger cause people
Look at Trump and actually call him saviour
And it takes my mind for a spin
Like Revolver Chambers
The ones who job to save us look armed and dangerous, lord
Biting my tongue ‘bout my feelings’ something I’ll never do
Cellphone footage ain’t giving shit but a better view
Get it through y’all heads, you thinking you got the keys
Provided products by Apple, you biting into like Eve
I’m tired of murder scenes
And posts about murder scenes
Y’all more cameramen than activists, like that’s another murder “scene”
And I try to find sanctuary in rapping
But stare at the forefront with no idea what happened, uh
Money, bitches
Bitches, bitches, and money
Lean savage and gang banging but all of y’all look funny, heh
I see B on the lawyer lookin’ like C-B-A grade
Never considerin’ y’all a C/B
Friends with y’all?
Y’all won’t get a wave like the sea be
Your ranks gettin’ waved you wanna wave and I see B
Claimin’ y’all with the problems, but all of y’all n***as scared
Walking ‘round in designer to strangle his favorite bear
They better give me the chair
I’m making my message clear
I’m taking everything here with no intention to share
Your favorite dropping a tear
I kill ‘em dropping a tear
His every dollar I tear
My ACL gotta tear
From runnin’ shit all year
Y’all stressin’ losin’ y’all hair
Seeing something so well done from a new n***a, that’s rare
See I’m
Underrated and overstaying my welcome
Over being under y’all, over placing under second
Of lies and good music, I feel like we’re being robbed
They profit off false prophets, now take a look at the Gawd