Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Valley of the Shadow of Death, artist - Mick Jenkins. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Valley of the Shadow of Death |
| Give a fuck if yo' pockets low, we been living lowkey |
| Wonder how we was popping bottles, this far below the |
| Poverty line, wasn’t no avocados but toast was on me |
| Early, would break fast was hopping gates, would do the same to pearly |
| Mistakes add up, some niggas could name the police |
| Some niggas always need somebody else name on the lease |
| Some of us struggling to find inner peace, I’m still fighting a beast |
| I show love, I definitely want it requited at least |
| The odds stackd against shorty and despite it she prach |
| While I’m smoking my roach |
| Nigga, been treehugging, tryna widen my reach |
| More vitamin E |
| Really tryna widen my scope |
| They tryna tell me |
| My freedom abides in a vote |
| That died on a boat |
| It’s on that very water I choke |
| Most times I get dry before I speak |
| I die before I spoke |
| I cry when I see |
| But, never ask why 'cause I know |
| They give a fuck if you fly, we supposed to fly or sell dope |
| We supposed to give them the keys so they can get in the door |
| Still had to kick in the door just to get in the door |
| When he was five and we gon' call the boy a thug for the rest of his life |
| Yeah, you know I walk through |
| Everything they taught me |
| Still feeling groggy |
| Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee, no Joffrey |
| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly |
| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly |
| Folk don’t get to see themselves too often |
| Only look at mirrors through the smoke |
| Everything go rogue |
| Everything’s glossy |
| I fear no evil at all |
| I pray my closest don’t fold, I know somebody gon' fall |
| Fuck saving face, I can’t keep changing pace to stay up with y’all |
| This ain’t a race see niggas running in place to chase waterfalls |
| I can relate, I can’t erase the times when I dropped the ball |
| Was tryna handle it all, I’m no Kyrie in the least |
| I had to learn it the harder way, niggas pennies decrease |
| A couple niggas deceased, I watched some niggas retreat |
| You ever had a peace treaty with niggas you still don’t fuck with? |
| I started turning my cheek |
| I had to turn a new leaf on niggas smoking swisher sweets |
| Was on them backwoods for some weeks |
| Then I got straight to the paper, my paper straight as a crease |
| Got paperweights for receipts |
| Got labelmates we been scammed by the same man, we don’t speak |
| The neighbors hate, we don’t speak |
| Don’t come through preaching, just practice whatever you was gon' preach |
| And scratch my back if you reach |
| Gotta match my joint if you smoking |
| These niggas will do you like leeches |
| I’m seeing ghosts like it’s Bleach |
| I brought my sand to a fire hydrant, created a beach |
| I put my soul in these beats |
| Yeah, you know I walk through |
| Everything they taught me |
| Still feeling groggy |
| Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee, no Joffrey |
| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly |
| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly |