On This Way (feat. The Game & Iyla)

歌詞

And I think I been countin' my hardest days Lord, won't you save me? Oh You know what I've been prayin' for And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah I gotta make a change And I think I been countin' my hardest days Uh, writin' plans to make a new report (Yeah) Grind hard and turn my basement to a jewelry store If you don't do it for your kids, then who you do it for? I'm tryna read and learn some shit I never knew before Focused on investments (Yeah) Build me up some new resorts We can manifest it (Word) You'd rather hit the Louis store Wastin' all your blessings Care about 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 that have the advantage to keep you under (Oh, yeah) I got nigga I consider brothers more than my brothers So watch it, you show your colors We livin' in a world where prison walls is depravation (Yeah) Livin' in a world where snitchin' calls for celebration (Yeah) Livin' in a world where niggas crawl and segregation Rainy nights and desperation Pray we fight the legislation Protest until we flatline, paralyzed (Uh) They throwin' stones at my Black Lives Matter signs (Oh) Made a change but we still not satisfied I can't smile half the time I'm still (I'm still) I'm still waitin', sittin' plottin' on the couch (Word) 'Cause I know that I ain't safe when all these cops on the prowl (Yeah) Tryna think of 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 You know what I've been prayin' for (Uh, uh, uh) And I never thought I'd see this day (Uh, uh, uh), yeah I gotta make a change And I think I been countin' my hardest days Lord, won't you save me? Oh You know what I've been prayin' for And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah I gotta make a 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'd prolly turn out different (Facts) Probably be in a cell doin' a life sentence (Facts) Probably have twenty baby mamas and nine bitches (Facts) Probably grow up misguided, twisted inside the system Dropped out and failed 'cause nobody listen to my admission (Yeah) Sick of gettin' in fights with niggas less educated Sick of gettin' advice from niggas who never made it (Ooh) 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 wish they had all your blessings 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 thing comes to worst, I'll 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 perceive my message and were able to make something 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 prolly gon' use it to chop crack on Hard white for all them hard nights I had my back on Roach-infested carpet, tip-toe in my mother's room See a dresser and felt no pressure when takin' a twenty off it Compton like a closed coffin We walkin' to school coughin' Often high off the gun smoke Boston had 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 No Name and J. Cole You said I would never be what? I wouldn't amount to what? Now you in this Trader Joe's same lines, sayin', "Wassup?" (Oh) Talkin' 'bout like 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's twenty/twenty, I guess you don't remember Now you with your mixed child, havin' all these mixed feelings But do your black husband know you tried to burn down our village? But never mind, from the line, that's for y'all to figure out Just know that boy who wasn't shit bailed all his niggas out And it's my black queen, I kiss her on her black lips And she rock Off-White 'cause she support black shit And I'm blacker than the... on a Spike Lee flick Black like the pick stuck in the afro of Kaepernick