Parade (feat. BigDurh)

It's the cold wind
Who praying
I feel the cold breeze on my arms run down my spine
It's always breezed colder for me over the times

Cause they been doin' me cold since I was younger like nine
Moved down to Alabama, acceptance was hard to find
I was cussin' up the class and third grade, man, a crime
I was just becoming privileged, before that was normal too I

Always been rich, but the people I was around different
I seen all sides of life, but in third grade after shipment
That changed the whole image
Had few neighbors, only one in my class

They didn't want me to succeed, I never got any pass
Teachers givin' me laughs, opportunities minimized
They thought my life was finalized, but I just had to roll that dice
Hatin' on me, even adults wanted to ride that ride

I never seen another kid besides me so scrutinized
As young as I was, the community didn't want no ties
Parents said, don't date him
People around learned to hate him

Cause Mr. Brown profound the stereotype creation
I went to church today and asked God, how can I face him
Talkin' bout me behind backs and lyin' straight up to faces
Everyone round me hatin', it's hard to be complacent

Ho, ho, ho
They ain't never gon' understand you, they won't understand
They ain't never gon' understand you, they won't understand
They ain't never gon', they ain't never gon', they ain't never gon

The world wanna see me blocked off, they all mad I'm the top dog
I pray to God to ask who prayin' for me, said it's only mom and your pops dog
Ain't nobody wanna see me winnin', if they wanna see me win
They just pretendin' to, just tryna go support the guy again

I'm in the spot deep like Leviathan
Pop out with that on, my hitters, they gon' step for me
We shootin', play games, we R2 Trigger like a PS3
Got numbers who watch out for me, YMT be my mini-me

Got gas up in this whip, we toatin' glocks, don't need security
Ay just know we checkin' you before you walk up in this hoe
I swear I seen this before, I had my hands around her throat
We got members in this, in every picture throwin' foes

Ain't no flaws up in these teeth, I'm duckin' shots, we up to sco
Big rocks, my watch glisten
How many birds we done whipped in this kitchen
For real, like how many hoes I done hit

We sendin' blitz, only pearlin' on these woods, that's my twin, he pull my bit
You know what I'm sayin'? Can't basic, I'm faded, need LASIK
We upping on every corner, 4-5 on my playlist