verse 1
Picture a life that is never right
Where alcohol and emotins mix late at night
I'm thinking different seasons, different heights
My fabs would call it God-given
The media would call it hype
They say God is about a call away
Feel like my signal's down and my battery died
He's so far away
Keep Your Head Up Eagle, It's Not So Bad Man, You'll Be Cool
That's so easy to say
When you don't know what the fuck a nigga's going through
Shit, my life never came witha how-to manual
And God opened up doors for me that I could never handle
Don't even put me in your top five
'Cause four of those niggas
Could never come back from where I've survived
I've seen bloody wars with guns involved
At the same age when you were thinking about sleeping
And doing chores
I pray to God I blow in this life
And you shold try and put me when my chips right
verse 2
Oh shit, y'all still on that fake shit
They gon dig up my remains and see that's greatness
You see, we ain't worried about vacations
No, I'm at the crib with my niggas playing station
Don't bring no negativity, I hope these niggas feeling me
I only feel alive when I'm taking the shit that's killing me
Mama needs prayer but my nieces need productivity
Your hype is dying out but I got talent for infinity
Smoking like a chimney and you cannot get rid of me
I know a nigga sinning just praying I hope you forgiving me
For preying on my enemies
'Cause nigga I'm a fan of me
Throw blessings to the family
We moving 'til we rest in peace
And we just hoping for eternal life
And I can buy you things that I know you like
Just tell me who you wanna be
Tell me can you see
