Months after triple F where that time go Since the speculators, good riddance, I never mind those You niggas still struggle on shit that I've done with my eyes closed Bad boy shampoo Feeling like it's 1999 with Timbaland's [?] flannels still tryna cock those cut Last those shots Picasso's, this ain't for reminiscing More like a premonition Don't ever let em' swear your vision I see I said, stick to me I said Why not ride a wave where you can breathe a whole sea I said Meetings with ORC had me on my feet I beg Me I guess, had to star with nobody else when it started I've grown tired Still deciding which way to take over Play the game or rig the system, she close to get closer A couple squires came [?] Then fucked around and found [?] worth to you niggas What's the point of fitting in, I'm leaving earth to you niggas I'm from that 3-0, five with the [?] they do some dumb shit Funerals manifest over jealousy and assumptions (What is balance) I phone twenty niggas back in Orlando Hoping to Jesus none of my niggas ended up cancelled, my hands closed Pray to the father, cross in your right mind Just learn to pay attention, you'll come across to the right signs There's no life lines Family of fans while I'm out in the West, mm I should be back in Georgia connecting with uncles I haven't seen or heard from in ages Congratulations from distant cousins on Facebook pages They going through stages is like Out of all of my niggas, I'm still the only one holding onto the bigger picture, what's the purpose? Wise, wise, wise no disguise, since the [?] get revealed and do time Black lives matter three text race to my left eye Trigger happy it force me itching to lean me best side Coulda been onto, to close to home when that text slides Innocent red with mugshots, family send them death cries Systematic construction, I told my younger brothers it's over season watch your back, front, right and your left side Skittles, CD's, cigarettes fail ya to signal You gotta be a criminal for these pigs to kill you Soon as you show your genius, watch how they end niggas [?] Annotation of culture my youngens [?] The benefits of us, made me go Play bingo, little bo peep when it's deep it's such a shame we go To the trials and tribulations, false accusations Treat us all up with pistol peters and [?] Oh lord, oh lord what a sign to end the times When killings get recorded, show for the public view that rewind (no justice) Middle signs found within these hashtags Murdering stress the uniform, entertained by the backlash My black ass, skin could eradicate me from being human Cause of the disses, you motherfuckers could never move it It is proven, documented well for me to write this Been hunting years later, improvement's moved in the slightest What the [?] motherfuck twelve, motherfuck twelve But all I see is blood trails, the cops yelling "Goodnight! "