[Intro: Jim Jones]
How the fuck y'all take Take? Man, that shit hurt my soul (Crazy)
Prayin' for his mama, he had a heart made of gold (Mama)
Shit, Dolph died gettin' cookies for his grandma
Now we gotta go get cookies with the hammer (It's wild)
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Shit is getting spooky out here
Pray for us, watch over us
Now it's going off over ethics
Now lay me down to sleep
Black-on-Black crimes and rap-on-rap crimes
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
(What's happening, brothers?)
(What's happening?)
It's crazy out here
(What's happening, brothers?)
(What's happening?) Black lives really matter (Uh, shit)
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
What's going on? I think we all know the answer, it's us going wrong (It's us)
The Black-on-Black crimes and rap-on-rap crimes
When shit gеttin' deep, start tappin' that line (Hello?)
Shit, they killеd Nip in front of his own property (Scary)
Labels get their money like they running a monopoly (What's he talkin' 'bout, mate?)
Rappers from the East, how they dyin' on the West? (Wild)
Think about that shit when I be flying to the West (Going hard)
Shit, they killed Biggie, then they killed Pop Smoke
Bnb, he was just tryna eat and got smoked
How the fuck y'all take Take? Man, that shit hurt my soul (Take)
Got me prayin' for his mama, he had a heart made of gold (Mama)
Shit, they killed Dolph gettin' cookies for his grandma
Now we gotta go get cookies with the hammer (Think about it)
Shit, I spoke to Melly before they took him to the slammer
No food in the fridge, then we was cooking Arm & Hammer
Shit, EJ passed and went the same way as Hud
Shit, I think about it, it was the same way as Blood (Damn)
Shit, they all died in the collision that was fatal
Let me think about fatal (The fuck?)
It's still thug life to the grave from the cradle (Uh-huh)
A rapper dies, the only one that profits is the label (Ain't that crazy?)
Just think about that
Shit, with so much trauma, I got used to the shots flyin' (I got used to it)
So much drama, so many niggas on my block dyin' (R.I.P.)
It was young niggas at fifteen, you know they got iron (Woo)
And if you really in the streets, you know I'm not lyin'
[Interlude: Jim Jones & Dave East]
It's out there, drilling and spinning, spinning and drilling
If you really in them streets, you know I'm not lyin'
Yo, E, chill, man, leave that for the cops to figure out
Please, Capo, you know what it is
[Verse 2: Dave East]
I can hear Marvin Gaye, "What's Going On" playing (Marvin)
Scale on me, baggin' up so we could all weigh it (How much?)
Before I went out to Roselle, I was God favorite (Cruch)
Louis the Thirteenth shots 'cause that was Dolph favorite (My nigga)
Every day I'm on the green, 'fit golf tailored
But on your block in all black like Darth Vader (What's up?)
Body prints on the pavement, the chalk made it (Chalk)
In that water, playing around 'til the shark ate him (Ah)
You ain't get money until you lost paper
And got it back like opposite of your chest, curving all favors (Curving)
My era different, we don't post beef (At all)
Jumped in the game with both feet
I got styles like the bro Sheep
Same outfit for a whole week (Whole week)
Change up the drawers and the socks, the locs
So high on the dope, but we low-key (We low)
Grandma on dialysis 'fore she left
Every night, I think about her before I could get some rest (Mama)
Losing close friends and close family hit different (Different)
When me and Stone talk, I wonder if Nip listen, shit different (Shit different)
