[Verse 1: Nix]
What does it mean to be a saint over sinner
Back in the days your mommy is cooking a dinner
Chicken soup, or a casserole in the cold night jumping
Into bed with the smell of the fresh linen
Live it again only a little, do you know the feeling
Of being stuck in the middle
As the old saying goes to put it a little different
Is allowing it to happen as bad as pulling the trigger

Figuratively speaking usually the one who want to jump in the deep end
From diving in the pussy and rum and weekend
A little preteen boy coughing a reefer
Coming homе caught red eyed immеdiate
I got locked down for a couple a weeks
But the irony of all of it the one who ditched the discipline from her supplier been thieving
A cocky little youth and with the kids theres always something to prove
Kind heart but a naggy side bringing a mood
Write down that was the sentiment and the crew
A bag of vagabonds that you look up to
From seeing innocent man get beat down
My best friend sucker punched cold and peaked down
And witnessing a rob chained of a street clown
Didn’t say a word but I felt for him deep down
(I really did)
[Pre Chorus]
It’s not my fault
As a bystander, I ain’t involved
Maybe not a candid depiction
Of the role I played in situations
Similar to these, there were plenty more
Maybe a lesson in right and wrong
Well, do I seek repentance
Look, I don’t know
I'll have to ask Diablo to let me know

[Chorus]
Usually I’m fine with
Somebody on my shoulder telling me
"You ain’t got a chance boy."
(Nah, nah you ain't got a chance!)
When you’re down on yourself, you do as I please

Usually you’re good with
Holding your own and seeing past the sweet talk
But this time it’s different
Good luck tryna find your way out this one

[Verse 2: ENNY]
Black bandanas and area codes
Sex, drugs, Disney and all of our hope
Fast forward ignorance bliss and guessing we will never know
Pop kettle, black sky, youth hunger, one drive
Who am I?
A product of environment from those that just can’t fit in and find their sins
In late night escapades and catching fades
To sunrise touching face then making haste
Like who the fuck are you, my own daddy couldn't check me
Knife crime, WAP, sex, money will always respect me
Losing all your morals just to fester for quick fee
Now you in your 30s and rethinking all your technique

(It's not easy)
Long path to redemption
(you seem keen)
Drop down now give me ten
Just a quick scheme
Prayers and the bruised knees
Holy water swim deep
Blood of Jesus free me, screaming

[Chorus]
Usually I’m fine with
Somebody on my shoulder telling me
"You ain’t got a chance boy."
(Nah, nah you ain't got a chance!)
When you’re down on yourself, you do as I please

Usually you’re good with
Holding your own and seeing past the sweet talk
But this time it’s different
Good luck tryna find your way out this one
[Verse 3: Nix, ENNY]
I need a little more money
Less glasses of ice cold Jack Honey
More parsnips
A little less fried chicken on week nights
A couple more green beans at tea time
See I told myself I’d probably do better
I knew better
I look at you and see what people do for some real cheddar
A little C.R.E.A.M
Cash Rules Everything Around Me, jeez
Get the pounds, G
Crime in the county
Yeah, really I got
No more negative karma
Bitch I’m on altitude high bar on a million songs
A little hey, a little bye, little smile and I’m gone
Really rocking the boat
Whether you feel it or not
Whether you got it or don’t
Look you gon' reap what you sow
I think I know what I’m knowing I’m knowing nothing at all
We did it all for the cause they do it all for applause
I shoot my thoughts and record and plug in into the source

[Chorus]
Usually I’m fine with
Somebody on my shoulder telling me
"You ain’t got a chance boy."
(Nah, nah you ain't got a chance!)
When you’re down on yourself, you do as I please

Usually you’re good with
Holding your own and seeing past the sweet talk
But this time it’s different
Good luck tryna find your way out this one