[Produced byAnnotate Flying Lotus]
[Verse 1]
Two pills and a Mac-11, red, blue, you choose
Tryna spit a few flows to get my money up
Look I'm 20 years old and I ain't done enough
And 'til the sun set, roll another blunt for my real n**** Kembe
I'm not only the leader but I follow the village
I swear them n***** is killing it in Chicago
Now put the gun down, waiting to put the world on 'em
I get tired of the problems and depression
The b****** and the b*******, come and get your girl, homie
Shallow dreams and broken hearts, Black Benz's
They're tryna make, material wishes and spiritual blisses
They stay focused on inferior pictures, you got your m**********' hands out
[Hook]
I hid so, so far away, so far away
But I still, I still hear the gun sounds
Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang
Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang
[Verse 2]
Two kills from a Mac-11, red and blue, you lose
A n**** need bail so get your money out
I'm twenty years old and I ain't done enough
Lord, I swear I got the answers for my people, and bullets bring the reaper
I heard my first lie in a church from a preacher
I sank low cause that's where they want to keep us
Just give me love, give me s**, give me reefer
And after school getting high with the teachers
I tried to promise my momma I'd make it honest
Say what's on your heart I promise they call it conscience
And conscience don't make no dollars, no dollars unless you Common
Now get your m**********' hands out
[Hook (2X)]
[Verse 1]
Two pills and a Mac-11, red, blue, you choose
Tryna spit a few flows to get my money up
Look I'm 20 years old and I ain't done enough
And 'til the sun set, roll another blunt for my real n**** Kembe
I'm not only the leader but I follow the village
I swear them n***** is killing it in Chicago
Now put the gun down, waiting to put the world on 'em
I get tired of the problems and depression
The b****** and the b*******, come and get your girl, homie
Shallow dreams and broken hearts, Black Benz's
They're tryna make, material wishes and spiritual blisses
They stay focused on inferior pictures, you got your m**********' hands out
[Hook]
I hid so, so far away, so far away
But I still, I still hear the gun sounds
Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang
Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang
[Verse 2]
Two kills from a Mac-11, red and blue, you lose
A n**** need bail so get your money out
I'm twenty years old and I ain't done enough
Lord, I swear I got the answers for my people, and bullets bring the reaper
I heard my first lie in a church from a preacher
I sank low cause that's where they want to keep us
Just give me love, give me s**, give me reefer
And after school getting high with the teachers
I tried to promise my momma I'd make it honest
Say what's on your heart I promise they call it conscience
And conscience don't make no dollars, no dollars unless you Common
Now get your m**********' hands out
[Hook (2X)]