I've dug these graves and laid with the brave
But the better part of me of course was a slave
I've seen bands on bands makin' bitches all dance
And I wonder the way they b-b-b-behave
They say jump
You say how high
They scream Trump
You fucking just cry
And it's like click, click, click at the firing range
It's just another nigga begging for change
I'm coming up
I don't care
Not giving up
This I swear
So give it up
Don't be scared
Step by step
I'll be there
We're coming up
I've rolled four, five, six with the flick of a wrist
It's just indicative vibes remain clear
It's like look who's shook 'cause I rewrote the book
But you niggas never conquered your fears
And you're afraid-fraid
You'll never be made
Because your deep inner voice has retired
You're a day late
A dollar short
