Sermon

Chorus: Living legend told them people just keep watching Made it from the bottom, now I ride on rockets They sending all my n****s to the pen, unlock us The morgue is getting full Baby please don’t pop Don’t pop, don’t pop Streets getting cold but we won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop Verse: I got n****s on my head Every night I’m praying I heard Jody got a deal I know God hear what I’m saying It’s a long road been the n***a shit don’t phase me I shake my head when I peep these lil girls wanna play me Drop the roof on the ‘cedes Need the breeze on my head When the police come and chase me for the color of my skin Ain’t in the mood for the sex, told baby to chill I’m too focused right now, I need to get me some mills I’m tryna feed my day ones, make sure they getting meals Some left this year, dead or locked up in jail They heard the real coming from me so they want me to spill I’ve been doing this for years, still ain’t got me a deal Momma ask me if I’m happy told her baby ‘I is’ This life will get you bad, gotta take care the kids I ain’t sleep in a week But I feel I missed it all What’s the point of screaming help Where there’s no one to call Chorus: Living legend told them people just keep watching Made it from the bottom, now I ride on rockets They sending all my n****s to the pen, unlock us The morgue is getting full Baby please don’t pop Don’t pop, don’t pop Streets getting cold but we won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop Verse: I won’t stop pouring up for every soldier that we’ve lost Feeling victimized and sorry for the way I carry loss Smoke the pain away but that don’t ever leave me feeling strong I don’t wanna talk about it rather deal with this alone Tryna break the walls that people put in front of me to block My imagination dug a hole crawled under what you thought Never getting blocked God hold a young n***a heart Gotta make it even though the destination seem far I done seen a lot thus far Piece together letters full of broken promises Send the pieces to my exes and my best friends Save a bottle for my unborn at 21 Pray to God I make it but tomorrow ain’t promised none I’m tryna go ghost and cop a phantom My stanzas, the naked truth like pole dancers I want some better days with the buddy out my system But the problems keep falling like the snow up in the winter God Chorus: Living legend told them people just keep watching Made it from the bottom, now I ride on rockets They sending all my n****s to the pen, unlock us The morgue is getting full Baby please don’t pop Don’t pop, don’t pop Streets getting cold but we won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop