Enchanted (feat. Omen)

Yeah, this is where the-

Yeah, this is where the fathers ain't livin', 'least not with us

Might see 'em 'round the city and won't even say, "What's up?"

Where niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors

And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error

Just a small town nigga, big city hustle

Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell

These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros

For that Robert De Niro, niggas reload on them kilos

Uh, dodgin' them people, mad at myself

'Cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell

Shorty smoke crack and her boyfriend too

And sometimes he touch her daughter, how them boyfriends do

Pull up to the club where my boys went too

See that yellow tape and the boys in blue

A nigga on a stretcher, and though I never met you

I'm thinkin', "God bless you, the city tryna get you"

Man, don't let the city get you

Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler

If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts, screaming, "We miss you"

Come with me

Run, quick, see

What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Come with me (da-da, da-da, da-da)

Run, quick, see (da-da, da-da, da-da)

What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da (yeah)

Now see, God, I know you only do what's best for me

But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny?

They always tellin' me it's temporary

Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery? My dreams ain't got no obituaries

My city hurtin' and none of us well-equipped here

You heard me say I was ballin', I probably meant tears

I'm tryna get clear

I'm tryna quit fear, who wrote the scripts here?

These kids live they whole life's just killing time

Running the race with no finish line

They tryna noose us with their rope, but I'm finna climb

I think my foolish pride might become my suicide

But I ain't tryna go, no, baby

And through these lines and quotes, you gotta find some hope 'cause I ain't dying

My words gon' last forever, you can hold the treasure

Look inside, see a diamond in my mind

I'm tired of seeing dope fiends wiping they nose clean

Is my neighborhood just a smokescreen?

I think I'm in the dungeon, fam, I see low green

Sons raised by both queens, but it's no kings

Come with me

Run, quick, see

What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Come with me (da-da, da-da, da-da)

Run, quick, see (da-da, da-da, da-da)

What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

It seem like niggas either feel you or they tryna kill you

I face the sky and hope that God ain't acting unfamiliar

You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar

They tell me that it's God's will, I'm asking, "God, will You

Heal a nigga from all this pain?" Mama smokin' cocaine

As it rains out, am I to blame? Try to stay sane

So I came outside where they rock with them things out

To clear my mind, the same time they blew that boy brains out

But will it change?

It's like niggas is free, but our minds still in the chains

Brothers killing each other, the blood spill, it's a shame

Will it ever slow up?

A lot of niggas getting older, but they never grow up

And do they sons like they fathers did and never show up

No need to cry about it, just another episode of

Life, watch the whole season, nigga, no reruns

The devil out here buying souls, nigga, no refunds, huh

Man, don't let the city get you

Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler

If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts, screaming, "We miss you"

Another day, another song

A mother prays, another gone

But still, we play like ain't nothing wrong

Like ain't nothing wrong 'cause ain't nothing wrong

I'm not as fast, I'm not as tall

But before I pass, I gotta ball

I gotta ball, I gotta ball

Nigga, I gotta ball