(from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)
I got demons on my back
Only thing make me safe is the pill to take a nap
Hopin' it's a dream but it's facts
He ain't Ricky, saw no bullets to his back
A trench baby wakin' up to the killin' on his mind
Counted me out, I put the city on my back
The weed ain't gettin' stronger so he fallin' into crack
9 to 45 on probation, it's a trap
I made this before the Grammy's
If I win a Grammy, I'ma take it to the trenches, to the family
Might sip some lean out and bein fancy
Knowin' I ain't 'posed to be alive, sadly
Brother died, they said I know you used to death
I wanna blame the niggas, I just hold it to myself
Bad thoughts, like I'ma hold it to his neck
Shit, I'm tryna hold it to his chest
I'm just wonderin' if I'm too grown to shed tears
My soul ain't been the same, I been so damaged through the years
Wish distance between death, it made me closer with my kids
I fell out with some niggas, made me switch up on my cribs
And when I drop __cpLocations down the street from where I live
No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind)
And why you tryna sell me lies? You know it's over with
If you ain't ridin' on family time, then it's over with
Bro act like he ain't bogus but he know he is
I'm holdin' back my tears to get my vocals clear
No, do you think he had your back? No, no-no, nah
Do you love him? No
Do you really call him your brotehr? Nah, nah-nah, nah
No tellin' what's on your mind
The graveyard that felt my pain, I put my knees in it
I parked the Lamb outside my block, I leave my keys in it
Prop O called, they tried to say I smoked some weed in it
I knew it's cap, after I smoke I spray Creed in it
No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind)
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