Deadline lyrics

[Verse 1]
We yellin' "9-1-1", the paramedics ensue
So in this game of fake news, n*gga, we know what's the truth
Can't be misled by false prophets out here singin' the blues
No Billie Holidays, just modern-day meteoric moves
Stuck in the groove, you choose, cruise, eventually lose
Your point in shambles from the gambles
What the f*ck can you do?
Bumps and bruise's hard to handle when you built like you
This simple sh*t got n*ggas shook
Got them lost and aloof
You could have been better
You could have been humble
You could have been smarter
You could have been quicker, ya bast*rd
Couple of screws loose, they fell out of your picnic basket
Tell me what you do to hide the pain, I know that you mask it
n*gga would you move the way you do if you knew the truth?

[Chorus]
I pray to my God
Can we survive?
What will we do when the tides rise?
How can we prosper?
How can you see through them blind eyes?
CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies
History repeats, these feelings like the end times
n*ggas die, shot down on the front lines
The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now
Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine
Pray I didn't miss the deadline
[Verse 2]
Wake the f*ck up, and get on your sh*t
Yeah, you could throw the f*ckin' towel in and call this sh*t quits
It's obvious, it's in your face, how the f*ck you not convinced?
Only so much empathy in me, I'm out of it, I'm spent
So go on down the dead-end like all the novices did
Supplyin' a feelin' that's unknown, yeah, it's too real for the kids
So right before the bomb blows, b*tch, I give you a kiss
Bein' aware is a burden, and b*tch, I carry this sh*t
Y'all n*ggas awkward with y'all sh*t, shoot like Shawn Marion did
Just pay attention when you step, it could be treacherous, sh*t
'Cause it could be any moment, any time, my n*gga, you dig?
Your standards of livin' lowered
Lo and behold, we know what it is, eh, eh

[Chorus]
I pray to my God
Can we survive?
What will we do when the tides rise?
How can we prosper?
How can you see through them blind eyes?
CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies
History repeats, these feelings like the end times
n*ggas die, shot down on the front lines
The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now
Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine
Pray I didn't miss the deadline