Spiritual Level Of Gang Shit

I've prepared myself for anyone in my life to leave
And focused much too much on exit strategies for me
I never said I'm brought a greater peace of mind from this technique
But goddamn it, I'm locked in habit and I never expected to get free
To get free

Make it count, take your shot
When you play the block, play it cool, don't make it hot
You might have to flip a key, you might have break a lock
Keep a tight circle, free my cousin out that box
See, on my block, they don't hide it in they sock
Empty vials Milly Rock all over that blacktop
Where they quick to shoot they neighbor before they shoot at the cops
Always spinnin' 'round the clock, never stop
Where eviction notices be on the top lock
So if I lose my roof, ain't talkin' bout no drop top
My neighbors cookin' up they rent, but no, not in a Crockpot
Got all the smoke, they love to turn the block into a hotbox
Nonstop, police posted on the corner, steady lurkin'
Like the corner boys won't go inside the corner store to serve ya
Who want what? Who need what? Got it, go and place your order
And you better keep a burner for extorters

Uh, I been hangin' 'round here, uh, way too much
Most of y'all Bruce Waynes lookin', uh, way Ku Klux
Y'all don't know how to break outta here? Oh, well, shucks
I guess relyin' on you niggas was my true crutch, sheesh
Crucify a nigga, locked up to the beam
Streetlights got a staple for every year that they have seen
Me and my niggas use its power to carry out our schemes
I guess that's why I'm used to suns warmth on me
But the rays grew wings upon my back
And I look to the ground, my peoples feathers ain't intact
From sticky situations to blickies up on vacation
Either way, the hand is hot and I don't keep my peoples waiting
My niggas know Marxism more than Karl's corpse
'Cause the language that they use came directly from the source
So for now, we extend our hand, shadow on its course
Grippin' everything the light touch, directly from the porch
I pray you never get a glimpse of my stance
You better head for the hills when I do my lil' dance, cuz
I thought this rappin' would calm the insanity
Instead extend your hand with this power, causes calamity
Fuck

I became vigilant through hypersensitivity
Something as small as a sigh can become a tell to me
While relearning to trust my mind
I recognized I still knew sincerity
Through the people who simply never sent me
Down the line of its questioning
My man Don in OKC
Once spoke to my relationships through my mentality
He said, "The problem with Black nationalism
Is that everything is a conspiracy"
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit
And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with
It's a spiritual level of gang shit