What's On Your Mind (Winning)

It’s hard tryna igg niggaz. It’s like a full time job Running my biz already a full time jog Tryna treadmills The hate can’t move me, I’m blessed still Lived through the worst crossovers That's why I wish them the best still Ex me out all you want. I’m getting checks still Payment for the space I been renting in ya head still Even when you lost me, there’s a lesson still Niggas failing in life so right they wanna test still That’s a no-brainer, that’s a wrong aimer I know a hot tempered, cold aimer, no-brain ya How you taking shots but you throwing blank ones Frustrated with themselves now they wanna take it Out on me when I was only tryna motivate em I don’t be tryna throw in faces When I’m on vacation going places For dope scenery like graffiti streets and monuments I’m just tryna live, boy get out ya feels I know that winning, it doesn't come easy I know that winning, it doesn't come easy I know that winning, it doesn't come easy What's on your mind? What's on your mind It doesn't come easy I got a lot on it So much I had to hit the booth and do a drop on it Glad I was never one of you popping niggas Sad to watch you go out bad when you not the nigga I remember when everybody was rocking with ya They hopped off ya tip on to the next hottest nigga. You trying to keep up Keep talking bout what you used to do Shit’s embarrassing, you looking hella goofy dude I stay moving cool. I learned not to pursue the views Of the newer school from watching all of you doofies lose And old niggas stop bitching bout the newbie tunes In the era where ya press a button and hear who you choose If you don’t feel the young niggas, that’s fine A wise guy said it cost nothing to pay them no mind Cuz every time you mentioning their names online Whether it’s love or it’s hate Either way they gonna shine, and you wonder why I know that winning, it doesn't come easy I know that winning, it doesn't come easy I know that winning, it doesn't come easy What's on your mind? What's on your mind It doesn't come easy I sat and watched a man cry For his mama while that man die Another got shot on his knees with his hands high Still don’t believe suicide is how Sandra Bland died Too many of them took so many of our damn lives So many hashtags and RIPs. We march in streets, call for peace We on our knees, God please Almost seems You don’t care. Already seeing they don’t Sometimes I’m thinking Why do I even be holding on to this faith for America ain’t the place for us Our feelings never mattered Michael told us back in 95 that they don’t care about us But we got to care about us We got to come together Stop all the tearing down amongst ourselves of each other We brothers, we sisters, we love us, we with us We hurting. Let’s heal us. We broken, let’s fix us Let’s get up, let’s fist up. Dismantle the system It's built up against us Let's shift it and lift us, we gifted I know that winning, it doesn't come easy I know that winning, it doesn't come easy I know that winning, it doesn't come easy What's on your mind? What's on your mind It doesn't come easy We brothers, we sisters, we love us, we with us We hurting. Let’s heal us. We broken, let’s fix us Let’s get up, let’s fist up. Dismantle the system It's built up against us Let’s shift it and lift us, we gifted