White Noise

They killed my homie last year
Eight One Five
Eight One Five

They killed my homie last year when the radio on swear I hear him through the white noise
On the other side of town when the sun go down it get hard to make the right choice
Angel and devil on my shoulder, as I get older, it's hard to know the right voice
Tryna get enough money when I walk into the store they'll treat us like the white boys

How they treat us, how treat us
I ain't put my trust in them teachers I just feel they would mislead us
My homies trying out for the basketball team
I had a different way to fill up them arenas
Put my soul behind these bars and I prayed it would free us
Listen close as the plot get deeper
As the plot get
Bro hit a lick on a cocaine locksmith
Put it on the streets made pure profit
Know Im trying to shoot a video he said he got this
Took us to the mall, grabbed us all outfits
When we walked in, security hawking, caution
Got a group here that might shoplift
Plot twist
When we walk out with bags full of boxes
This was out in Madison, Wisconsin
Off stolen narcotics
Damn, summer nights in my city get godless
Remember being jobless
Walking in the store and they think we might rob it
Probably would, if it was that or starving
Summertime in my city pure carnage
The pain we had to harness
Seen gangstas shed tears as they holding on to they nigga carcass
I done seen that shit
Less than 12 hours lates niggas out here mobster shit
Niggas riding
Gotta keep the kids inside crime scenes get monstrous
Niggas sliding
Through these words I found a way to turn they negatives into positives
I had to find it
If I baptize they souls can I lighten up the consequence

Wooo, Wooo
Still tryna heighten my consciousness
Enlighten my peers with some honest shit
Cause to many niggas is counterfeit
Can't wait till I flood the rollie with diamonds
Like so many diamonds, you can't tell what time it is
Walk in the store tell security goal at the door and they knowing what time it is
Turn up that Way and let it resonate
Pour a little drank need to medicate
Lifting up the game till it levitate
Smoking on a wedding cake
Skinny nigga heavyweight
Petal to the metal till the metal break
See me eating good I could sell a plate
I do not fuck with these rappers they see through like cellophane
Pressure made us bend but we never break
Used to get overlooked, now they won't stop looking
These days I'm overbooked
Seen a shot and I took it
It's no wonder why they face all crooked
Niggas want to know what we cooking
Played the game straight not crooked
Little nigga this is chess not checkers you don't even know what a rook is
My brother loss life to a bullet
Wish that he was quicker to pull it
Now every time I put on a song, I get right in the zone
I hear his voice and it give me influence
We ain't just half-way repping, we ain't just half-way steppin
Nigga put the whole foot in
Fishing for the ends, not friends
This seem like a good spot wait a minute let me put the hook in

They killed my homie last year when the radio on swear I hear him through the white noise
On the other side of town when the sun go down it get hard to make the right choice
Angel and devil on my shoulder, as I get older, it's hard to know the right voice
Tryna get enough money when I walk into the store they'll treat us like the white boys

I don't know how we did it but we did it
Made it through a whole lot of shit we was in it
Stacking up dead white boys don't spend it
Cause a nigga might need it when that front door kick in
Had a set back I was gone for a minute
When that nigga killed Doe it was time for the business
Sliding through the streets only God as my witness
So you better thank God for that cell that you sit in
Young nigga tryna make it out though
Some niggas can't even come out doors
I told my plug I'm trying to eat like kingpin
He said you can't get fed with your mouth closed
I know this one trap nigga got caught with a tool and a ounce
He was talking with his food in his mouth
Young, Black nigga with a big red target on his head that's as soon as he leave out the house
We hit the store with them bags
Got this bitch smelling like gas
Look at the owner he mad
Till I pull out all this cash
They bit like a pit, now they treat me like I'm Brad
Now they treat me like the man
I fucked up they plan
A nigga with all of this cash
Now ring up my nigga so we can leave out with them bags
On my mama

They killed my homie last year when the radio on swear I hear him through the white noise
On the other side of town when the sun go down it get hard to make the right choice
Angel and devil on my shoulder, as I get older, it's hard to know the right voice
Tryna get enough money when I walk into the store they'll treat us like the white boys