I'm from a city where n***as don't make it
It feels like a slaveship
Some n***as ain't picking cotton, they just picking up pistols and sitting in cages
And the way that these rappers be saying this shit in they songs, you'd think it be feeling amazing
But it's not as, traumatic
Blood soaking up the hospital mattress
Momma screaming when she seeing her baby inside of the casket
She bought it with taxes
And her son wasn't even tough forreal, where he get the heart? Probably just rap shit
They be going from lego blocks, to the xbox, to the block with the ratchet
But who am I to tell them not to have it?
They'll rob you for your watch and your jacket
They'll rob you for your shirt and shoes
Every murder don't alert the news
Have some people that would hurt to lose
So I gotta keep protection, but I got a new perspective
I just can't keep glorifying bullshit no more
I gotta teach a lesson
Cuz n***as dying out here

My n***as dying cuz they don't got no examples
So I gotta be the one and I ain't trynna be no preacher
Young n***a, I understand you
(I keep a gun with me too)
Cuz you know I gotta make it to the sunrise
And you know I gotta make it for my bloodline
But I still gotta live by example
Cuz there's a whole lotta young n***as trapped with nobody to look up to
My younging don't see the future
When you stuck at the bottom, don't none matter
When you're tired of losing, you just be ready to do whatever to get some' faster
So every hood got a hundred robbers, hundred scammers, hundred trappers
One thing they all got in common is starting broke and looking up to rappers
Feel like you either the one with the gun or the one n***as coming after
I ain't saying we can blame it on music, but it feel like we the puppet masters (yeah)
Swear it goes straight from the headphones to the headstones
My cousin died from a headshot, his momma trynna keep her head strong
If I keep this cycle, I'd be dead wrong
I got an influence, and I know n***as get toolies
So I gotta keep protection, but I got a new perspective
I just can't keep glorifying bullshit no more
I gotta teach a lesson
Cuz n***as dying out here

My n***as dying cuz they don't got no examples
So I gotta be the one and I ain't trynna be no preacher
Young n***a, I understand you
(I keep a gun with me too)
Cuz you know I gotta make it to the sunrise
And you know I gotta make it for my bloodline
But I still gotta live by example
Cuz there's a whole lotta young n***as trapped with nobody to look up to
(Yello, Yello!)