black boy SURVIVAL
Cruisin down the corner
Rollin wit my nigga
Driving real slow cuz my license is suspended
We Livin Meek Mill Dreams, young and Wale with ambition
A couple Money Makin Grinches goin on a mission
But niggas get distracted, can't focus on the business
When my stomach is growling, I think I'll cop some dinner
"Aye bro let's go to Cookout, ain't been there in a minute"
Wait hold up wait a minute, my spidey senses tingling
See flashing lights in distance, my nerves go up intensely
Police pull up behind me, my mind like "Shit I'm finished"
And then they pulled me over, please God don't let them kill us
They said we fit description, a couple niggas dippin
Apartment complex robbery cuz we look like the kinda kids
Who'll pull up yo Mom n em to rake a couple dollars in
And take a vid go viral wit it
Boonk gang shit
Got the wrong one I ain't do that shit
"Man I was just tryna get some food and shit"
"Better not move, I can shoot you bitch"
Right there my heart froze, I got chills up my spine
I feel ice in my toes, holding tears in my eyes
I feel cracks in my voice, I can't scream for my life
I'm surprised, is this how I'm gonna die?
Black Boy horror story yuh
All throughout history yuh
Causing mass hysteria
All throughout my area
Black Boy horror story yuh
All throughout history yuh
Causing mass hysteria
All throughout my area
I been making music since 2012
I feel like ever since I started rapping
Man I lost myself
Too focused on the music
And really achieving goals
At nights I would contemplate
Should I sell my soul?
I been losing sight of the real me
And ever since I dropped the album
People say they feel me
But are they really listening?
Niggas got surface level hearing
Cause I'm crying out for help
While they dancing to my lyrics
Shit is painful
I can't even find solace in family
Cause my parents don't know me
Yet I'm trynna make em happy
And my bro saying
Man you're 21, you gotta grow
Cause this rapping that you do
Is immature you gotta know
Man I'm trying
Really going crazy in my adolescence
If you saw the pain in my eyes
Then you'd make an effort
But whatever
I'm really on my own shit
Conflicted cause I'm winning
But I'm losing all my closest
Homies that I came up with
That's how life goes
Cleansing all my sins
While I'm clutching to the Bible
Cleansing all my sins
While I'm clutching to survival
Nigga I'm an idol
Rollin wit my nigga
Driving real slow cuz my license is suspended
We Livin Meek Mill Dreams, young and Wale with ambition
A couple Money Makin Grinches goin on a mission
But niggas get distracted, can't focus on the business
When my stomach is growling, I think I'll cop some dinner
"Aye bro let's go to Cookout, ain't been there in a minute"
Wait hold up wait a minute, my spidey senses tingling
See flashing lights in distance, my nerves go up intensely
Police pull up behind me, my mind like "Shit I'm finished"
And then they pulled me over, please God don't let them kill us
They said we fit description, a couple niggas dippin
Apartment complex robbery cuz we look like the kinda kids
Who'll pull up yo Mom n em to rake a couple dollars in
And take a vid go viral wit it
Boonk gang shit
Got the wrong one I ain't do that shit
"Man I was just tryna get some food and shit"
"Better not move, I can shoot you bitch"
Right there my heart froze, I got chills up my spine
I feel ice in my toes, holding tears in my eyes
I feel cracks in my voice, I can't scream for my life
I'm surprised, is this how I'm gonna die?
Black Boy horror story yuh
All throughout history yuh
Causing mass hysteria
All throughout my area
Black Boy horror story yuh
All throughout history yuh
Causing mass hysteria
All throughout my area
I been making music since 2012
I feel like ever since I started rapping
Man I lost myself
Too focused on the music
And really achieving goals
At nights I would contemplate
Should I sell my soul?
I been losing sight of the real me
And ever since I dropped the album
People say they feel me
But are they really listening?
Niggas got surface level hearing
Cause I'm crying out for help
While they dancing to my lyrics
Shit is painful
I can't even find solace in family
Cause my parents don't know me
Yet I'm trynna make em happy
And my bro saying
Man you're 21, you gotta grow
Cause this rapping that you do
Is immature you gotta know
Man I'm trying
Really going crazy in my adolescence
If you saw the pain in my eyes
Then you'd make an effort
But whatever
I'm really on my own shit
Conflicted cause I'm winning
But I'm losing all my closest
Homies that I came up with
That's how life goes
Cleansing all my sins
While I'm clutching to the Bible
Cleansing all my sins
While I'm clutching to survival
Nigga I'm an idol
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Aluoch, C. Collier
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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