| I rode the streets and my hood is just like a warzone |
| You died if you put your use in defending your home |
| If you hustling every day you hold on |
| Come for mine Imma sing you a slow song |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Do you know the meaning of survival |
| When the rival is trifle? |
| Not a gun or a rifle |
| Not a knife for them to stifle |
| Put my hand upon the Bible |
| Open it and get an eye-full |
| Tryna keep my head |
| Above water and not be spiteful |
| The humanity |
| Vanity |
| Replaced it’s insanity |
| So many casualties |
| Casually forgotten and randomly |
| Thoughts stricken on beach |
| And you soft bitches are panicking |
| Blackmilk on drums |
| Man this shit is so fucking menacing |
| What the world needs |
| Baby we feed them the truth |
| Lead 'em into the booth |
| Kicking this shit for the youth |
| They won’t play it on the radio |
| Fuck 'em |
| If we stand together we can always overcome 'em |
| They won’t play it on the radio |
| Fuck 'em |
| If we stand together we can always overcome 'em |
| I rode the streets and my hood is just like a warzone |
| You died if you put use in defending your home |
| If you hustling every day you hold on |
| Come for mine Imma sing you a slow song |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| I’m having visions |
| Of a bunch of bad decisions |
| That I might regret later |
| But this is the life we living |
| The streets is unforgiving man |
| They colder than ice |
| Gotta be holdin' while I’m rolling at night |
| This ain’t right |
| All I hear is guns shootin' |
| Police chase alludin' |
| Robbin stealing lootin' |
| 'Round the projects I just moved in |
| I feel like what fuck I’m doin' |
| I’m really 'bout to lose it |
| And if you come for mine I’ll bring your life to a conclusion |
| I rode the streets and my hood is just like a warzone |
| You died if you put your use in defending your home |
| If you hustling every day you hold on |
| Come for mine Imma sing you a slow song |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Hit a lick |
| To help my mom |
| We riding without no dad around |
| My life was about pussy, basketball, and having this rapping crown |
| Kill 'em with kindness and they started killing my happy smile |
| I didn’t tag 'em down, tie 'em up, and try to wrap no fucking cord around his |
| neck |
| So they looking for that check |
| Seen a little homie die young, felt like I was looking at myself |
| Hold on, I know pain |
| And I ain’t talking 'bout them whoopings by the belt |
| Trials and tribulations we all grow and we all need help |
| And yo there’s some things we’ve been preventing |
| Political strategies looking like open terrorism |
| Hold on dizzy don’t get her |
| Talking in third person as I let my personality split 'em |
| Like M. Night Shyamalan |
| I’m talking mental divisions |
| They been tearing families down since before Abraham Lincoln |
| Real facts |
| These is vocal thoughts I’m really just thinking |
| Then you finding out that life is real |
| I don’t know how to feel |
| Making all this money just to get us out my momma’s crib |
| I rode the streets and my hood is just like a warzone |
| You died if you put your use in defending your home |
| If you hustling every day you hold on |
| Come for mine Imma sing you a slow song |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |
| Budum-bye, bye, bye |
| Let me sing you a lullaby |