The Process

[Verse 1: Bandokay]

Yo, some things in life, we don't always process

Some things, we don't know yet

Dad died, had me scratching my head, I was only eleven outside trying to protest

My little bro done it bait, broad day, but what can I say? He don’t know less

Trigger finger's itchy, but something's telling me, "Just focus" (I-I-I love Chris Rich)

Yo, then something’s telling me, "Just focus", then something's telling me, "Don't look back"

Then something's telling me, "Go whoosh and push", and something's telling me, "Don't cook that"

Uh, uh, we ain't giving no corn when wе drop that

Junebug too loose, if you swing one first, onе hundred percent, he'll drop back

[Verse 2: Double Lz]

Ayy, ayy, Broadwater farm, we don't leave where it's at (No, we don't)

Of course it's Black Lives Matter, but opps try to pull up, we're beating it back

I swear, it's as real as that

How you can't record with a woi? Can't go, boy, I swear there's no healing back

Take two thots into Cali', down that Maggy, I swear it's got me feeling frass

Real badman, back mash and bust off the bruckback, bruck off and left that lock off

Sure you wan' take that top off?

Suck off fried all night, won't log off

Just took an L, gon' make it a one off (Only once)

They was lit back then, now they gone off

When me and my slime jump out of the ride, make your whole block run off

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]

(No problem, no problem, hey)

This life, we come never safe cah we in these streets (Hey)

So we know the difference that's between you and me (No, no)

How could you compare a street one to police?

Look at all the monsters they compare us to (Ooh)

Why do you think we wouldn't trade places with you?

Even though we in these streets, drillers got feelings too (We got feelings too)

Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (Hey)

But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son

[Verse 3: Bandokay]

Yo, young star in the hood, let me make it clear

I told bro, "We gon' make it fair"

If I get a hundred, then you get fifty, 'cause you're my brother, of course I'll share

And Black Lives Matter, it's sad to say, when I take it there, we can take it there

Ayy, they still see me and smile when I'm in Moncler

Yo, they still see me and smile when I come through the entrance

I told bro, "Keep your head up high, you got twenty-one years, it's a very long sentence"

Baow, they wan' sign but I'm still independent

Got props in my bag cah I'm all time, school time, now I got him on my pendant

[Verse 4: Double Lz]

Racks, upgrade this ride and I've come a long way from staining guys

This stuff not worth it, blade on my side

KMT, just a day in my life

Climb to the top, no wasting time

Feds want me to stop like I'm braking a bike

What a shame on them guys, Black Lives Matter, we're staying alive

Bad one wanna ride like a bike, grip on the fire, she grips on my pipe

Slide inside, she's getting all hype, she told me I'm one of a kind

She's rating my vibes, she's rating the life, she don't care about raving at night

She only care about baking her mind, got the young boys out here staying the night

[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]

(No problem, no problem, hey)

This life, we come never safe cah we in these streets (Hey)

So we know the difference that's between you and me (No, no)

How could you compare a street one to police?

Look at all the monsters they compare us to (Ooh)

Why do you think we wouldn't trade places with you?

Even though we in these streets (I-I-I Love Chris Rich), drillers got feelings too (We got feelings too)

Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (Hey)

But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son