If Black Don't Kill You

My homie killed my homie
Damn, Levi went out strange
Abandoned three stories, got left with a couple shots, close range
They gave Pope ninety-nine years in a cell just to sit with that pain
That was his homie too, that shit can't be explained
My nigga killed my nigga
Right across the street from my mama's house
Saw Teds gasping on his last breath as I was running out
Booman holding him up in that wheelchair, in shock but he wanna shout
I ain't gon' say the name of who shot him; he still my nigga, no doubt
Real niggas killin' they brothers—that's why the fake got us outnumbered
This shit get so deep and It's pungent, so they'd rather be sideline pundits
But we tryna tuck some abundance; instead, we all die all of a sudden
No life insurance or nothing, leaving our babies to suffer
Siz can't forgive him no more, 'cause that shit killin' her heart
She took him back twice already; this'll be their third restart
She tryna build up the family; he tearing the family apart
Now she wanna pay one of my shooters with her taxes in March
Drugs was killing my mama; now she twenty years sober
The way I'm selling this shit, if they catch me, I'm gettin' twenty or over
I'm five-nine with a slim build, but carry a lot on my shoulder
Tell 'em it's cold in my city; when you broke, it get colder, Shoe, yeah

If black don't kill you
If black don't kill you
Might make you stronger
Make you last longer

Jamen was killing his liquor, whole pint, a couple gulps, 'til that killed his liver
But the part that hurt me the most was that still didn't shake him
Doctor said, "He too young to die from addiction"
Last words to me was, "Cuz, sneak a bottle in, if you visit"
Rappers killin' these streams, oh yeah my nigga, get yo' paper
Fuck ownership, Fuck mastering and publishing, get that later
Keep killing me with success from percentage of pennies they pay ya'
You go broke depending on playlists; algorithm ain't gon' save you
I'ma kill this game the only way I know, by the street code—
Build my block up with my product 'til every piece sold, then rinse and repeat
If it ain't no wad of cash, we don't fold
Spotify is king, but where I'm from, niggas get dethroned
So now it's PivotalX, BNice be killin' on the text
Say, "Cuz, you the hardest out, but what else would they expect"
You my blood, you my lil nigga, I damn near raised you
I gave you a couple lines, you should thank me for the road that I paved you
I'm a stone-cold villain, with no hoe feelings
I killed a couple blocks, I want forgiveness
I should've went to school, I chose somethin' different
Throwing rocks at the pen, like fuck yo' prison, Shoe

If black don't kill you
If black don't kill you
Might make you stronger
Might make you last longer

Car Bombs, nigga