[Verse 1]
I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me
I know Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say, "God, that's a woman," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist (Barcode on my wrist)
To auction off the kids
That don't fit their description of a utopia (Black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in—pardon me for venting
Congress got the nerve to call theyself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life

[Chorus]
Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocketknife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year, and then he died
I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them'll get along
Mama begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my n***a Spook, now they tryna take his—

[Post-Chorus]
Life don't mean shit to a n***a that ain't never had shit, yuh
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
Eyes don't see (Eyes don't see)
Eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
Light don't leave (Light don't leave)
I don't mean, lie to me
[Refrain]
Tell me it'll be okay, tell me happier days
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay when he ask, "How's my day?"
Tell 'em that we the same, tell 'em that we not safe, d—

[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind
I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions or waste-of-times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti—
No, I'm no Rihanna
The court gonna throw it like Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my whole career as if 'Pac was here
Studio monitors shaking
I raise the apartments, I'm Bono with profit
I made what I made in allotted
Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watching
So stop comparing me to people; no, I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit'll get sh—*gunshot*

[Chorus]
That's life, Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year, and then he died
I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them'll get along
Mama begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my n***a Spook, now they tryna take his life