​Breathe When times get hard Who's palms Gon slap together, spit a psalm Been a long time since my hands touched Or my eyes pointed towards the sky Nigga found God in a mic And a pen, with the hymns that I write (I, I) I could script a bible Print it unrevised too Have a couple followers the next day Week after, parting waves Red Sea, I'm no disciple I been nice, fool I'm Hitchcock with the windows Peep your moves while I laugh at you through my rearview This the version where I shoot the fade with Judas I ain't letting a snake walk This time I'm choosing who gets put upon this crucifix Perusing through my list of niggas who be chatting that weak talk I feel like a branch on a tree in the winter, I'm snapping Leave bodies traced out with that white chalk, huh Cain you be Abel to beat me in battle You know the answer is no way Bring your holy book to the chapel It's the last time that you'll pray Meet your reaper through the eyes of me I’m the apex, you just prey In this sport ain’t nothing free With that career, you will pay Don’t you misstep, nigga Exodus, exodus, exodus Exiting out a black black hole in my heart That morphs to my fear of the dark Into a spear to my brain, then my days in the park Exodus, exodus, exodus Exiting out of my soul then it parks Itself in a body that’s marked To overcome pain and be king on this earth fore it parts (X2) If I die fore I wake, pray may my mind escapes to a new realm. May my body be free of all demons that compose me. Battling fears and crossing t’s to know what it’ll feel like to make the ultimate sacrifice; I’ll die for it fore I simply submit on my back. Don’t you hear me praying down here? On the day of my immaculate conception, I rose to my feet, and bloomed like the carnation from the blood in the street. In the land of the never terrified Home of the never lay your hand to testify I spent my days with the concrete and the trees Grown where sanctified sinners meet Creating all you see In your face like the sun on 151st street (Beaming judgment saying) When you finna shine this bright, Josh? Try to withstand all my might, Josh Make the block so hot I take yo life, Josh Fuck around tell the world you not alright, Josh Exposed by the rays Ain't no alleyways for shade You face the music You conduct your future What song will you play? What song do you play? How long do you pray? Are your demons awake? Why the beast’s belly always ache? Four bar lick for my freedom A symphony for serenity Imma need more energy May Jesus Let me receive his blessings Before I cross paths with a detective And become a stat of pork with a shaky weapon He’ll have it off safety before it reach my direction Stop and frisk turned barrel to my head Boy with that being said The life that you live is the death that you get Can’t survive by holding breath Crucify me, pin my feet Stuck in emotional quicksand My stamina almost on E I took too long to see my ways And for that pin my hands that ain’t scared of fades Can you pray for me? I gotta pay a toll at the gate, and I’m scraping pennies homie Many sins on me What song you gon play? How long do you pray? Are your demons awake? Why the beast’s belly always ache? Aw man He tryna go against the wrath Ain’t it funny when he try to fight back? Ain’t no light in his path How the hell you sposed to guide that? His confidence is fading Now he rarely speaking And he short on payments Gates closing and creaking Seeking something this life won’t give him and that’s freedom — Wake up!

You can’t be from this side and not love static I could spit bricks and then bag it Catch me in traffic On my way to flip magic to addicts Syllables a gram Lines worth a band Verses go for gold and tracks enough to move the fam to the motherland I secure the bag like my niggas and They diplomas (they degrees) I secure the bag like my niggas still On the corner (slanging keys) I see both side like Chanel (both side) Red, blue, what you pop? Could escape, or make it real I used to scheme, but I never had the guts to hit the lick I used to dream I be laying in a casket or the pin Picked the pen up, found strength from within The life that chose me ain’t the life I live This purgatory called the projects got its eyes set on my demise From time to time I cry and ask why Every single day’s a new way to survive Ain’t a 9 to 5 that’s gonna cut it Won’t help me get to my bag then I won’t discuss it Look, imma stick to my path, ain’t no way I’m budging Thought I was gon quit, then Tyler told me I’m bugging Boy you better get up off ya ass make a move, do something Nothing falls in your lap You earn what you work for in life, that’s a fact If you fall do you rise, or remain on your back? What’s the plan of attack, my nigga? I got a lot of goals and they only getting bigger I can’t picture taking days off to rest I wanna be the only one, not the best That's the crown on my head and all the amateurs dead And my bread stacked right and ain’t much to really stress I know that will come with time Meanwhile I’ll perfect my shine, ay Mama, I’m just tryna live I’ve been chasing what the world won’t give I know just cause it glitter it ain’t gold I know the world is mine to hold I smoke me a spliff and bump digits Horses don’t stop, boy you tripping Don’t gotta fuck with my vision You in the way of the mission You know what happen when Noch say to get em This isn’t new, I been here for a minute 151st boy you know how I’m living Ain’t a thing different, I grind till I get it My wrist feel like I done spent time in the kitchen (I'm) Just whipping and whipping and whipping and whipping I’ll save the block like I dove in the stands Four seconds left put the rock in my hands I pull up from deep, I connect, I ain’t break a sweat Pop my jersey, pump fist to the fans Play for comma, comma, comma so my mama out hood Wish you would try to tell me that will never happen Ain’t just paper stacking, I take my passion Turn the pain to a painting that’s matching The likes of idols, come soon, we’ll be rivals And I’m not the type to back down when I’m scrapping I know they won’t either So I’ll be prepared for the blood moon that evening I know they won't either So I’ll be prepared for the blood moon that evening Mama, I’m just tryna live (I don't know what this world gon bring) I’ve been chasing what the world won’t give I know just cause it glitter it ain’t gold (But I know that this is the life for me) I know the world is mine to hold

Wanna lose my shit, split a wig, and just act out, nigga Turn my whole dorm to a trap house, nigga Game is cat-mouse, don't worry bout who finna get ya Rat mouth spitters hit for a couple figures West side raised a misfit of a winner (West side) Don't you leave your door unlocked, cause I ain't gon knock Been hungry since '08, '09, lived in home destined to break Used the pen to escape, cause if not I woulda put my hood in the trunk Overrun your block (Yock yock, yock) Sound like a parade, way it drum, but I ain't march with them Pour a glass for the man I've become Im in my 20s, son, that's a shot on me You can't tell me anything, I'm used to a foul mouth, and how whisky sting You could miss me with that talk of doubt Got some timbs for a runny mouth Got some wins for my squad, when the hard work works out against the odds Know I’m talking bout Perseverance when you close to E I️ put all my hope in me GOAT what I’m 'sposed to be Preach Forever young Immortality through my window My clock don't run My sun gon glow Scared paper don't make no paper If I ever go broke, eye through the scope of laser My respect is due, boy, don’t you play with me This lane is built for one, can't race with me Things a lil different but I’m still the same nigga from block, homie You still get rocked, homie You get dealt with quick like a shot, homie In the gang you don’t fit, we are not homies Harlem pride on me since my adolescence It was me, Tay Nasty, JB, BC, Kenny, Kevin, spitting after school instead of stressing Growing up, you come to learn a lesson You don’t quit on dreams Not when that’s all you got like you put your luck in the slots You pull the lever and pray that them coins drop I’ll rather work for my jackpot I wanna drive down seventh with the tits showing Whip appealing, ain’t a roof on it You cant be humble when you this flossy Need my team eating, need my family cozy Need a trophy case, and a couple 40s Need the key to immortality If I promise one thing, you ain't finna take this moment from me Preach In this heat don’t doubt i own the hour A war born flower In this heat don’t doubt i own the hour A war born flower I know bout the light I know bout the dark I know bout the plight I know bout the way love's a double edged sword and the blades are too sharp for a poke I know bout the way that government huntin' my folks I know the way hunnid racks will provoke one to turn their backs on they goals like they was playing the post I know the moon when the stars don't align I know the moon when you giving a vibe That let me know you won't be good on this side I know the hood and the books and the weight I know the truth about how to escape I know the answers unfold when I wake I know the reaper could wait till I'm ready or see me with clips, my fist, or machete Forever young Immortality through my window My clock don't run (you can't run) My sun gon glow (sun gon glow)

You wanna talk about guns? You wanna talk about bitches? Wanna talk about drugs? How you hitting them switches? You wanna talk about shooting? You wanna talk about gats? Well, listen Imma tell ya Mother fucker, fuck that Pussy, money, alcohol, all full of killers My middle finger to that, and the rest of they agenda I remember growing up it was more artists that was gifted Got me reminiscing Travel to '93 for tips on gimmick killin Back to the future I use em to script these testaments And maneuver through nuisances Y'all are meddling with a man that's fond of burying Anybody you better go and bring the rose petals in You messing with Malcolm and Martin Luther You steppin to the judge and the shooter Here lies another rap guy, praise to I, testify, hallelujah Mirror Dance, celebrate the game's future Disturb your peace like I teamed up with Luda They ain't never seen heart like this Josh marks all slots on my top 10 list I know that passion missing, things been different What I got to offer ain't the same, but you won't listen Only talkin bout your diamonds glisten I ain't trippin I'm just wondering baby where your substance Is you gon change the content of discussion? I hit a lick in the booth I say StraightJacket the proof of the magic that diligence do I'm from the home of the hustle You shuffle, your cards getting pulled If you say real talk, I probably won't trust ya, Spit a flame, let it burn nice and slow, like my first name is Usher Run for cover if I'm on the mic Got a vendetta, and a heavy right Writing with amphetamines since a teen Pen crack cocaine, write for the veins of these fiends That believe that these legends ain't pass in vain, and I'm just sayin, I ain't really here to play, nahmean? Boy I leave your fucking face at the scene Leave your body in the trunk with the rest of your team My humility might be my worst enemy They ain't got it like I got it, but I'm steady being friendly, G Well, No more Mr. Nice Guy, I put an end to they parade like it's rain in the night sky And they ain't never seen heart like this Ducking, diving, riding, Imma die for this shit