On This Way

And I think I been countin' my hardest days

Lord, won't you save me? Oh-oh

You know what I been prayin' for

And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah

I gotta make it change

And I think I been countin' my hardest days

Uh, writin' plans to make a new report (yeah)

Grind hard to turn my basement into a jewelry store

If you don't do it for your kids then who you do it for?

I'm tryin' read and learn some shit I never knew before

Focus on investments (yeah)

Build me up some new resorts

We can manifest it (word)

You'd rather hit the Louis store

Wastin' all you blessin's

Carin' 'bout the ones who doubt you

Just to impress some hoes

Who never gave a fuck about you

Just what I discovered

Never believed in family

That word is really a cover

Just a title to have the advantage

To keep you under (right)

I got niggas I consider brothers

More than my brothers

Watchin' you show your colours

We livin' in a world where prison walls is deprivation (yeah)

Livin' in a world where snitchin' calls for celebration (yeah)

Livin' in a world were niggas crawl in segregation

Rainy nights and desperation

Pray we fight the legislation

Protest until we flatline, paralyze (uh-huh)

They throwin' stones at my black lives matter signs (uh-huh)

Made a change but we still not satisfied

I can't smile half the time, I'm still (still)

I'm still waitin', sittin', plottin' on the couch (word)

'Cause I know that I ain't safe when all these cops is on the prowl (yeah)

Tryna a think about other ways but we ain't got no other route

I'm startin' to understand that shit that Pac was talkin' 'bout, word

And I think I been countin' my hardest days

Lord, won't you save me? Oh-oh

You know what I been prayin' for (uh, uh uh, uh)

And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah (uh, uh uh, uh)

I gotta make it change

And I think I been countin' my hardest days

Lord, won't you save me? Oh-oh

You know what I been prayin' for

And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah

I gotta make it change

And I think I been countin' my

Look, time is money and the clock tickin'

I teach my son love and respect, that's a God-given (word)

My sperm donor never been shit, just a flop

Listen, if it wasn't for my step pops

I probably turned out different (facts)

Probably be in a cell doin' a life sentence (facts)

Probably have twenty baby mommas and nine bitches (facts)

Probably grow up misguided, twisted inside the system

Dropped out and failed 'cause listen to my admission (yeah)

Sick of gettin' in fights with niggas less educated

Sick of gettin invites from niggas who never made it (oh-oh)

Sick of bein' polite to people with lesser patience

Oftentimes, I wonder where I would be if I never made it

The hatin' always comes from niggas

That wished they had your blessin's or the clout (true)

And bad vibes forever but I'm destined on this route (yeah)

I'm startin' to understand

That shit that X was talkin' bout (word)

(And I think I been countin' my)

(Worst thin' comes to worst)

(I fuckin' die a tragic death or some shit)

(And I'm not able to see out my dreams)

(I at least wanna know)

(That the kids, perceived my message)

(And were able to make somethin' of themselves)

(And able to take my message)

(And use it and turn it into somethin' positive)

(And to, to at least have a good life)

If it ain't black on

I'm probably gon' use it to chop crack on

Hard white for all them hard nights

I had my back on roach-infested carpet

Tiptoe in my mother's room see a dresser

And felt no pressure when takin' a twenty off it

Compton like a closed coffin

We walk in the school coughin'

Often high off the gunsmoke

Boston hat at the front door

Cookin' class, I'm J-Hov

Rock it up on they stove

Me and my teacher goin' back and forth like Noname and J Cole

You said I would never be what?

I wouldn't amount to what?

Now you in this Trader Joes, same line, sayin', "What's Up?"

Talkin' about how you like my songs

Not knowin' it was me

Security had me in a headlock

And I told you I couldn't breathe

Now it's Black Lives Matter and white letters on your shirt

Now, how many black lives did you help or did you hurt?

Did you handicap, block, push to excel or did you hinder?

Since hindsight is twenty-twenty I guess you don't remember

Now you with your mixed child, havin' all these mixed feelin's

But do your black husband know you tried to burn down our village?

But nevermind, front of line, that's for ya'll to figure out

Just know that boy who wasn't shit, bailed all his niggas out

And this my black queen, I kiss her on her black lips

And she rock off white 'cause she supports black shit

And I'm blacker than a Steeler helmet or a Spike Lee flick

Black like the pick stuck in the afro of Kaepernick