Intentions

Double the cup and I sip
Gather my hands and I pray
I jump in the whip and I swang
Bitches gon love when I sing
I get on these beats and I vent
The music be keepin me sane
I'm sick of the lies on these screens
We be smokin weed so we can numb The feeling
Mass incarceration ain't no father
Figures
Bodies in the streets and they was Only children
Let it bleed on the beats until some Body hear me
Let it bleed on the beat until these
Niggas feel me

Young black kings jumping in the Trenches
Don't be in it if you only want the Money
Learned quick that this works is like a Jungle nigga
On top of that my brother gotta raise A daughter in it
Remember I was fuckin niggas Bitches
Now I'm prayin ion ever get that Karma
Take a second to appreciate the smiles
Before the scholarships and time to Go to college
By any means we gon make it out the Bottom
Any problems I got it I promise
Any problems I got it I'm solid
Niggas know that I'm solid
Time flies let the money pile
Bring it in we got so more to count
Rollin weed sittin on the couch
Get off yo ass nigga make it count
If you a leach you can't be around
I need a bad lil freak I can bring Around
Confident so I can show her off
Got her own she can pay the costs
Another blunt Ima let her roll
Sippin lean Ima let her pour

Double the cup and I sip
Gather my hands and I pray
I jump in the whip and I swang
Bitches gon love when I sing
I get on these beats and I vent
The music be keepin me sane
I'm sick of the lies on these screens
We be smokin weed so we can numb The feeling
Mass incarceration ain't no father
Figures
Bodies in the streets and they was Only children
Let it bleed on the beats until some Body hear me
Let it bleed on the beat until these
Niggas feel me



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrus Kendrick
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