God Keep Me
Them ppl they hatin'
I feel it from a distance
It's people, they hurtin'
It's opis in they system
Pills, depression
Big Pharma's in the kitchen
Kills, aggressions
It's choppas in detention
I'm black, I'm numb
They try to play me like I'm dumb
They gettin' stingy wit the funds
They tryna feed a nigga crumbs
They probably mad cause I'm hung
They try to take a nigga tongue
They'll never take a nigga soul
They'll never see this run
My heart, it's swollen
My peace, they stole it
2-5 wit a 9 to 5
What I'm pose to do I gotta stay alive
No time for folk rhymes
Only real shit in my archives
He lie & she lie, they both paid
I can't compromise
We all born wit haters
God thank you for this skin
It's a blessing & a curse
They tryna put us in a hearse
They probably hate a nigga verse
They probably hate this song
But I don't really give a shit
Cause everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
Black man, in a black hoody
Hop up on the Marta, Becky think I look spooky
Cot damn, she thought she really knew me
Her daughter stealin' out her purse
How she gone accuse me
(She racist)
Just a day in the life
Another day another fight
But I'll never trade my life, aye
It's just a day in the life
Another day another fight
But I'll never trade my life, aye
We all born wit haters
God thank you for this skin
It's a blessing & a curse
They tryna put us in a hearse
They probably hate a nigga verse
They probably hate this song
But I don't really give a shit
Cause everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
I feel it from a distance
It's people, they hurtin'
It's opis in they system
Pills, depression
Big Pharma's in the kitchen
Kills, aggressions
It's choppas in detention
I'm black, I'm numb
They try to play me like I'm dumb
They gettin' stingy wit the funds
They tryna feed a nigga crumbs
They probably mad cause I'm hung
They try to take a nigga tongue
They'll never take a nigga soul
They'll never see this run
My heart, it's swollen
My peace, they stole it
2-5 wit a 9 to 5
What I'm pose to do I gotta stay alive
No time for folk rhymes
Only real shit in my archives
He lie & she lie, they both paid
I can't compromise
We all born wit haters
God thank you for this skin
It's a blessing & a curse
They tryna put us in a hearse
They probably hate a nigga verse
They probably hate this song
But I don't really give a shit
Cause everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
Black man, in a black hoody
Hop up on the Marta, Becky think I look spooky
Cot damn, she thought she really knew me
Her daughter stealin' out her purse
How she gone accuse me
(She racist)
Just a day in the life
Another day another fight
But I'll never trade my life, aye
It's just a day in the life
Another day another fight
But I'll never trade my life, aye
We all born wit haters
God thank you for this skin
It's a blessing & a curse
They tryna put us in a hearse
They probably hate a nigga verse
They probably hate this song
But I don't really give a shit
Cause everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
Everyday a nigga dead
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
When I venture out home
Keep these haters off my dome
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
God Keep Me
I done ventured out alone
It's a target on my tone
I need ya blessings, Got my hands out
Credits
Writer(s): Demondre Wiley
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