Looking for a sign, I had to step back
I can't relapse, put my life on the line, I need racks
I took mad L's, they can't see that
I was fucked up, won't repeat that
Don't need feedback, she a knee slap
Fuck it, it's nothing
Was finna say I love you, but I'm bluffing
Was finna say I love you, but I'm bluffing
I drink away, I'm masking pain
I live this life, it ain't a phase
I'm tryna get up out this maze
I don't understand, but understand it's God's plan
Sinking in the sand, I had to lift my hands
God grabbed it and said, "Nigga, you the man"
I looked back and said, "Nigga, I'm a fan"
I proceed to stand, that's when the shift began
Was in a can, but now I can fly, no Peter Pan
Soul left this Earth, came back like we damned
Everybody trapped like rats, can we stand?
Standing alone, I know they weakened
Everybody loves to wait for the weekend
But why the fuck we trained to wait for the week's end?
Like why the fuck we pray for the end?
But why can't we find peace and freedom?
Slaves hundred years, ain't no one free them
Slaves hundred years, ain't no one see them
My old life is gone, deleted
I'm just tryna find a reason
To please the deities that made this free land
You don't know shit, you only thinking
Through rap I peek, you see I'm bleeding
It's hell on Earth and this shit gets demeaning
Stop time, my Rolex freezing
I'll remain to smoke life, it got me geeking
I'm proud of myself, I been conceited
I was this close to being defeated
So fuck you if you mad, my lights gon' keep beaming
Demons all around me, I can hear them screaming
God got my back, He won't let me see them
It's war going on and your soul's the reason
Looking for a sign, I had to step back
I can't relapse, put my life on the line, I need racks
I took mad L's, they can't see that
I was fucked up, won't repeat that
Don't need feedback, she a knee slap
Fuck it, it's nothing
Was finna say I love you, but I'm bluffing
Was finna say I love you, but I'm bluffing
Was finna say I love you, but I'm bluffing
She ain't want me back then, now she blushing
I be getting to the bag, no discussion
Blue hundreds got a nigga blood rushing
You ain't on your grind, nigga, you don't wanna win
If I get rich the E, gon' be loving it
Team huddling