Lyrics
Yeah, they see Monty out here wit' a cheat sheet, dawg
Hit a hunnid when I press it
Promise you don't really wanna see these bars
Watch out, you might get arrested
Me, my OG used to hoop on Leach Street, dawg
'Til they started movin' reckless
I can't verify ya unless you very fire
Homie, please stop askin' for my blessing
Until e'erybody in the street see God
I can't stop, I'm too invested
Police out here killin' unarmed pre-teens
Lord, why they gotta shoot pedestrians? It's too much estrogen, abusin' weapons, they don't do no questionin'
Just pew-pew-pew, too aggressive, you're too assessive
Should've stayed home if you was stressin'
Just another R.I.P. in the group messages
I done bounced back from a few deficits
Father God made me new, it's evident
You don't play your part, then we finna have to part
'Cause you know the light and dark don't do togetherness
Told the old me to get a new residence
Keep the family close, I don't do pessimists
Leave the beat slaughtered, I done seen the deep water
By the Deity walkin' in the New Testament
Murder, killin', hurtin' children, burnin' buildings
Churches stealing, worse intentions turn to villain
Cursin' women, circle sinnin', blurry vision
Serving sentences, the serpent hissing, listen, Percocets in purses, purpose missing
If you heard conviction, but you out here doin' it and that's what you on, don't hit my phone
'Cause I don't want nothin' to do with it
I don't want nothin' to do with it
I don't want nothin' to do with it
I don't want nothin' to do with it
Rumble young man, the jungle'll humble you
If you comin', can't get comfortable, dawg
It's a cold world, comin' to dump at you
If you fumbled, then they come and applaud
Seen the graveyard, guzzle the gullible
Watched a mother put her son in a box
Gotta pray hard, trouble too colourful
I ain't bluffin, I've been runnin' to God early in the mornin'
And I still got lil' homies hoppin' fences, duckin' charges
It's more eulogies than opportunities, I can't contribute to the lawless
It's so many bodies in the ground, we got blood drippin' from the faucet
Murder in the street, murder in the beat, murder for the weak
If it ain't 'bout G.O.D
I don't want nothin' to do with it
I don't want nothin' to do with it
I don't want nothin' to do with it
I don't want nothin' to do with it