Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shadow of Death (feat. Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock), artist - Black Hippy. Album song Black Hippy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: First Place
Song language: English
Shadow of Death (feat. Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock) |
Yeah, Los Angeles, «Welcome to the Terrordome» |
City of Satan, angels can’t even get along |
No lie, my town covered in darkness |
Hoping that the sun just shine on us |
Rolling up the kush, now I’m letting my mind wander |
Into another place, I ain’t tryna go down under |
Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it |
Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent |
The good die young where I’m from and it’s sad to say |
That somebody gotta die today |
Tomorrow’s never promised, but we living for the moment |
Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going |
Crackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences |
Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the math |
And the hood never have witnesses |
Cause if we did, then them shots gon' blast |
As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna |
Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends |
This ain’t the way my life bout to end |
So I’m quick to grab on my pen and |
Give 'em something my people sure to feel |
Give 'em something that I know is all the way real |
Just wakin' up, mind playing tricks on me |
Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie |
Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me |
Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie |
Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission |
Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition |
If you banging, be serious, boys run up in your pad |
Point-blank, period, moms ain’t hearing it |
Niggas said 'cuz lil nigga got blasted |
Oh well, give a shit, shouldn’t half-assed it |
Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping |
Caught your ass slipping, now I’m stepping up my crip and steady dipping |
Riding through the city in lights, living it trife |
Wrong intersection, ready to fight |
Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender? |
Better hope this motherfucker jam (BLAHH!) |
As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna |
Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends |
This ain’t the way my life bout to end |
So I’m quick to grab on my pen and |
Give 'em something my people sure to feel |
Give 'em something that I know is all the way real |
Uh, as I’m hearing the first and second verse |
I try to analyse the feeling that’s felt in the song |
I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church |
But that’s a hypocrite because I ain’t been in so long |
I stare at the world from a righteous point of view |
And realize a crisis coming |
Novocain couldn’t numb it, the pain is unbearable times two |
Let’s rally a team, summon, and school the youth |
How you feel about it? |
Man, I feel the same way as you |
It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing |
Through the bottom of my shoe and if you behind bars |
Hold your head, pause |
And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waist |
I pray the intervention is divine |
I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in heaven |
But earlier than expected, what the hell? |
As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna |
Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends |
This ain’t the way my life bout to end |
So I’m quick to grab on my pen and |
Give 'em something my people sure to feel |
Give 'em something that I know is all the way real |