I wrote this on the day I lost my job
Thought I wouldn't come back with that fire
F*ck you thought
I aint talkin' bullets
I mean lyrics
That's a lob
Kaepernick my quarterback
If I could pick the squad
Civil disobedience the only way to rob them
They don't even know it
But they just made them a problem
Worked four years for him
And found out through a text
That's cutthroat
They really at a nigga's neck
Like what's next
My mama was deported on this Monday
At this rate am I gon make it
Til this til this Sunday
Only thing that keep a nigga goin'
Faith in God
That and my wife
My purchased home and two dogs
F*ck I'm blessed
You would think this type of news
Would have me stressed nah
They just put another f*ckin' staple
In my chest huh
Life is taking shape
I don't even gotta flex
This is based on true events
Shout out to my nigga Trig
This the take off
They did this shit while I was on vacay
Literally I write this to you
Staying where I don't stay
Lock me out my email
I can't see what led to this day
I was in the hospital
That was just this past Wednesday
But I aint even trippin'
Cause I caught up on my sleep
Back to the dream
Back to the dream
Back to the dream
Do I need gas or the lean
No just gasoline
Got me speeding back
To what this life actually means
And that's God
That's God
That's God
That's Jah
Yahweh
Allah
That's God
It's all God