Prelude: Die Today

I remember, back when girls would try to throw me in the friendzone
Feels gold, to know you touchdown. and landing in the endzone
Life's a movie. I'm directing, ain't no copying my script
It's Young Slimmy, Mr. Jiggy. With the Midas touch again

Here those biters come again. That's a cavity for you
Men lie, women lie. but that salary's the truth
I. never seen you green except for envy, never seen you clap when i win
'Member when they killed that boy Deonte, i can still see the sirens

I can see em knocking at the door, saying to identify a body
I know that my momma prolly sore, never got to empty out her eyelids
They say "when it's raining, it'll pour" but it's always raining when you poor
I know life is always gon' test you, I been letting nature run it's course

Niggas really got it out the mud, you can see that shit all in my nail
I hope that you rocking with reign, otherwise you standing under hail
Otherwise you standing under hail
They saying I'm not the same nigga they know
Cus I'm not pressed to go be in the streets
Making sure all of my niggas can go
They got some families and they gotta eat

If I die today, and they banking on me
Who they gon find replacing a me
Go hit the block, where they preying on me
Or protect all the niggas that's praying for me. . Praying for me

I seen my cousin wit some dope and all I thought was Ronald Reagan
Niggas caught him on the corner, wit a quarter of the same shit
That put families in cages
Sons and daughter been raised wit

Half they identity
I mean, that shit happened to me
My pops ain't come home to no family. a bunch of sadness waiting
Missed my first day of school. cool. and missed my graduation

I ain't never giving half, I'm giving whole my nig
I got these niggas tryna get me for my soul ya dig
And Imma make it out, I know I'm in control
It's like a cycle of these birds, we from the city of the O's

And niggas follow in the footsteps of the dad they never had
When a young nigga get booked, I see a politician laugh
Are you a product of a system, or a product of your past
If you multiply the problems, it's like products when it's math
I'm feeling speechless. On my script, it's gon say "comma, comma, gasp"
That flower broken thru the concrete died to flower in a bag
You know that powder in the pack
That turned the scholars in our class
To niggas sitting in they cell. Counting they hours, got it bad

I empathize wit all my niggas, all my niggas
But can't no conscious nigga, or Harvard nigga
Understand a hard life, where crack harder nigga
Or waiting on the food stamps, when you starving nigga

Listen, they plotting on niggas. They stealing our freedom, it's dangerous
But, dying is easy and living is easy in cages
They saying I'm not the same nigga they know
Cus I'm not pressed to go be in the streets
Making sure all of my niggas can go
They got some families and they gotta eat

If I die today, and they banking on me
Who they gon find replacing a me
Go hit the block, where they preying on me
Or protect all the niggas that's praying for me. . Praying for me