Sacred
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Since they mournin clip your wings don't wanna see you fly
They wanna take your drive from you like a DUI
But we live like sky's the limit till we meet the sky
I pray dem angels will protect me if dem demons slide
California dreaming and its being beats
Pistol under the pillow for the B and Es
You know we move them supplements like GNC
Model bitch gimme brain like she got 3 degrees
Chain cold this shit like 3 degrees
Told my youngins if they clip and slide you don't need degrees
And my gang know I got em till eternity
School of hard knocks only killers in my fraternity
Can't understand how y'all be out here with no urgency
I got a good heart but life put out the worst for me
Underdog said I wouldn't make it took it personally
Time to move forward ain't no cursin me, Blanco
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Pour a lil bark out or some dark out
No longer running with the narcs out
Feeling lost like the handler
Lost a lot of homies asking God what he plan for us
I know tonight could be the last one
Two of em in the whip it's a fast one
Gotta know where to go when the cash come
Gotta know how to act when the flash come
Now that's a picture or gunshot
I ain't got to picture a gunshot
That is really unfortunate but
I know the streets figured how to be a boss in it
I'm feeling lost but they said I made it
They say I'm shining but I'm feeling jaded
They say I'm lit but I'm feeling faded
So now I meditate on the shit to say
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Since they mournin clip your wings don't wanna see you fly
They wanna take your drive from you like a DUI
But we live like sky's the limit till we meet the sky
I pray dem angels will protect me if dem demons slide
California dreaming and its being beats
Pistol under the pillow for the B and Es
You know we move them supplements like GNC
Model bitch gimme brain like she got 3 degrees
Chain cold this shit like 3 degrees
Told my youngins if they clip and slide you don't need degrees
And my gang know I got em till eternity
School of hard knocks only killers in my fraternity
Can't understand how y'all be out here with no urgency
I got a good heart but life put out the worst for me
Underdog said I wouldn't make it took it personally
Time to move forward ain't no cursin me, Blanco
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Pour a lil bark out or some dark out
No longer running with the narcs out
Feeling lost like the handler
Lost a lot of homies asking God what he plan for us
I know tonight could be the last one
Two of em in the whip it's a fast one
Gotta know where to go when the cash come
Gotta know how to act when the flash come
Now that's a picture or gunshot
I ain't got to picture a gunshot
That is really unfortunate but
I know the streets figured how to be a boss in it
I'm feeling lost but they said I made it
They say I'm shining but I'm feeling jaded
They say I'm lit but I'm feeling faded
So now I meditate on the shit to say
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it
Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred
Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids
I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Lockwood, Jonathan King, Jamal Moore
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