Too Many

So many roaches in my ashtray
All my homies drinkin' Bombay
Since when we turn the studio session
Into a motherfuckin' field day
I'm tryna concentrate, tryna elevate
Tryna release this stress, got no time to waste
Tryna win the race, tryna beat death
Not tryna die today, not tryna die today

Cause too many people been dying
Too many bullets been flying
Too many people been crying
Life really get rich or die trying
RIP to the ones who died trying
Gotta make sure that I got mines
To really help the ones that been trying
Cause too many kids they been dying

I gotta do more for the city, gotta do more for the family
Gotta go put the guns down, gotta spread love in the city
When I die, I hope there's heaven
And I can be back with my brethren
I know Lord I should be a felon
I just hope you see my progression
Give me strength to spread the message
Been in and out of depression
Take every L as a lesson
Take every dub as a blessing
Take every blessing, I ain't flexing
All the blessings but I'm still stressing
Spark up a wood so refreshing
Then I lock in the stu session

We just gotta be able to do more out here
Way too much going on in the city, in the world
Gotta step up, listen

People be dying every day
Hope my brother don't die today
Cause if I get a call that the homie gone
Imma grab the choppa and let it spray
I come from the hood where we don't play
Now shit all around in the burbs like yay
Life not a game boy this ain't E.A.
Put down the sticks, this ain't GTA
Now the doctor saying my dawg D.O.A.
How am I pose to act like I'm ok
They taking my homies and I got no say
Why you take his life God
I know it ain't my place
We all in the same boat, tryna beat this damn race
Got a couple brothers locked up, tryna beat they damn case
Just give me strength God, I'll make sure we all ok
If I can change the world God, then we all gone be ok
Just give me strength God