Intro (Free G Whiz)

Look Up
They cannot do what I do
They cannot fit in my shoes
They cannot walk all the miles I walked
And they ain't going to see it all through
And I ain't got to talk with a crew
I'm cool with my son, he's the truth
No need for the burner
We go Timmy Turner
And then we go take him to school

Killers call me, another screw on the loose
Back on them banners I'm feeling like Bruce
Used to buying high and smoking the dirt
Now we First in the Class on that flight pushing work
I could tell you about a day in the worst way
But I'm worried the Feds' waiting
I ain't saying we ain't playing
But I promise we ain't playing, ain't no gang gang here, ssshhh

So tell me
What would you do?
Stuck on the corner with nothing to lose
Three younger brothers a mother and father
That never had nothing to cope with the fumes
Ain't no complaining, we do what it do
Broke as bitch in the back of the Buick
Told my little sis I'll be back in a few
Twelve years who the fuck would've knew now?
Suicidal where's the Gin and my juice?
Duece Duece that's a four for the funeral
I ain't never talking money with bitches
From A to Z I swear to god they so critical
Run it up and run a bag on em
Never staying safe I had to crash on em
Now they laying praying for a payday
On the concrete, where the pack homie?

So tell me
What would you do?
Live for the Lord or die for the few?
I've been worried about a different mission
While they focus on money
I'm saving the youth
Shoot for the stars, aim for the truth
Came for the calling but left with no clues
All these mother fucking days I been dreaming about
Finally here and that bitch came a view now
I done got back at it, talking mad habits like a crack addict
I done been planet to planet, been serving them birds in the back alley
I done reciprocated everything but the pain but Im back at it
Back at it, Yeah I been back at it like

Nine, ten, ducking two-eleven's
On a destination, one that's greater than Heaven
I seen it unfold no consoling the reverend
These brightest nights coincide with the devil, I
Had to go level up
Focused on pain but the reign brought the bezzle up
Talking about highest of high's
These lowest of low's
That's your bro, better get him up because

They cannot do what I do
They cannot fit in my shoes
They cannot walk all the miles I walked
And they ain't going to see it all through
And I ain't got talk with a crew
I'm cool with my son, he's the truth
No need for the burner we go Timmy turner
And then we go take him to, take him to