Sermon

Chorus:
Living legend told them people just keep watching
Made it from the bottom, now I ride on rockets
They sending all my n****s to the pen, unlock us
The morgue is getting full
Baby please don’t pop
Don’t pop, don’t pop
Streets getting cold but we won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop

Verse:
I got n****s on my head Every night I’m praying
I heard Jody got a deal I know God hear what I’m saying
It’s a long road been the n***a shit don’t phase me
I shake my head when I peep these lil girls wanna play me
Drop the roof on the ‘cedes
Need the breeze on my head
When the police come and chase me for the color of my skin
Ain’t in the mood for the sex, told baby to chill
I’m too focused right now, I need to get me some mills
I’m tryna feed my day ones, make sure they getting meals
Some left this year, dead or locked up in jail
They heard the real coming from me so they want me to spill
I’ve been doing this for years, still ain’t got me a deal
Momma ask me if I’m happy told her baby ‘I is’
This life will get you bad, gotta take care the kids
I ain’t sleep in a week
But I feel I missed it all
What’s the point of screaming help
Where there’s no one to call

Chorus:
Living legend told them people just keep watching
Made it from the bottom, now I ride on rockets
They sending all my n****s to the pen, unlock us
The morgue is getting full
Baby please don’t pop
Don’t pop, don’t pop
Streets getting cold but we won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop

Verse:
I won’t stop pouring up for every soldier that we’ve lost
Feeling victimized and sorry for the way I carry loss
Smoke the pain away but that don’t ever leave me feeling strong
I don’t wanna talk about it rather deal with this alone
Tryna break the walls that people put in front of me to block
My imagination dug a hole crawled under what you thought
Never getting blocked God hold a young n***a heart
Gotta make it even though the destination seem far
I done seen a lot thus far
Piece together letters full of broken promises
Send the pieces to my exes and my best friends
Save a bottle for my unborn at 21
Pray to God I make it but tomorrow ain’t promised none
I’m tryna go ghost and cop a phantom
My stanzas, the naked truth like pole dancers
I want some better days with the buddy out my system
But the problems keep falling like the snow up in the winter
God

Chorus:
Living legend told them people just keep watching
Made it from the bottom, now I ride on rockets
They sending all my n****s to the pen, unlock us
The morgue is getting full
Baby please don’t pop
Don’t pop, don’t pop
Streets getting cold but we won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop