[Verse 1: Henry Draw]
An introspective lil’ rapper gettin’ on the mic
The graph in views will go up like one half of a pike
You on some choosing sides sh*t
I’m on some unified sh*t
You on some suicide sh*t
I’m on that making bricks sh*t
You more stale than a biscuit
I’m more rich than Bisquick
There’s children in our schools, with bullets inside of their brisket
That’s why the NRA are nothing but some b*tches
Need to, give them a visit, and need to, become real vicious
If a pedophile’s shot, and he’s dyin’ in the streets
The only thing I’ll do for him is hang him by his two feet
Let the blood run up, like a crip entered the sector
And let that damn coward Halloween like I’m the specter
I be that Hypno body bag boy, Pokémon collector
This for all the slaves that we had when we just protectors
I’m apologizing because not really many respect ‘em
I’m honestly sorry for the times they filled with shells
It’s not, f*ck 12, it’s f*ck life
Used to think I was in paradise
Get the one way ticket if the price is right
But it seems it’s more difficult unless you got some ice
But I ain’t got any ice, my phone be chillin’ in rice
Goddamn! I’m a miraculous child
I’m trying to stay safe, my other friends with Black & Milds
I be, running again and again, away from melanin
I be big body, like I evolved from a Meltan
You get, smashed my brother but this ain’t from Alabama
You in my neck of the woods, so sleep in jeans and not pajamas
No more leaks go through, I be way too Swift
I have to shake it off, just like I am the Grinch
But don’t shake off the wall, just don’t shake off our freedom
We want our internet restored and our oil not depleted
But our lettuce like an apple, from the Adam and evening
Call me the Dark Knight, because I leave the metal steaming
I know, what comes next might seem a bit odd
But the man is still innocent, hasn’t even been charged
All we have is allegations, he was looking up to God
And even though I don’t believe, his career I still applaud, so
[Sampled Chorus: Ameer Vann]
Praise God, all my n*ggas free and gettin' money
I keep my hand on a swivel, know they lookin' for me
I ain't hidin' from b*tches
Know they lyin' 'bout n*ggas
Ain't no truth to the rumors
This ain't no rap that I'm spittin'
This the blood of my n*ggas
This the tears of my mother
It's the voices I'm hearin'
When I'm smokin' alone
I bought the work off my cousin
With my boyband money
Called it business investments
We was raised up reck-
[Sampled Post-Chorus: Ameer Vann & Henry Draw]
(Beep) We was raised up reck-
(Beep) We was raised up reck-
(Beep) We was raised up reck-
(Beep) We was raised up
[Verse 2: Henry Draw]
I’m, holy on this day, climbing up like the latter saints
And unlike Drake, I have many complaints, like
If a robber need to steal some food just to help his kids eat
Um, and then the police go behind him like Kodak, they pistol soundin’ “Glee!”
Some blue lives are on the killin’ spree
Stone, cold like Flinstones
Johnny, Depp like crossbones
Moment of silence for Danye Dion Jones
Why do I get so political on this song, nah it’s just common sense
Minimum wage ain’t nothin’, it’s basically a couple cents
Think back to HD December 2017, defense
And hence the fence should go in past tense
I’ve talked way too much, I mean
It’s not like I come in clutch, I mean
Chorus sampled and such, I mean
It’s just a nice lil’ touch, I mean (H, D)
[Sampled Chorus: Ameer Vann]
Praise God, all my n*ggas free and gettin' money
I keep my hand on a swivel, know they lookin' for me
I ain't hidin' from b*tches
Know they lyin' 'bout n*ggas
Ain't no truth to the rumors
This ain't no rap that I'm spittin'
This the blood of my n*ggas
This the tears of my mother
It's the voices I'm hearin'
When I'm smokin' alone
I bought the work off my cousin
With my boyband money
Called it business investments
We was raised up reck-
[Sampled Post-Chorus: Ameer Vann & Henry Draw]
(Beep) We was raised up reck-
(Beep) We was raised up reck-
(Beep) We was raised up reck-
(Beep)