[Verse 1]
Scrollin' though my newsfeed the other day
One of my old homies got shot up in the leg
If the bullet went a lil higher
Pain would make bro sing notes like Mariah
Carey
Backpacks no more, it's the heat that's carrying
Young innocent teens is the ones that they burying
Underneath the surface in the dirt
One versus one isn't it, and kids gettin' murked
It's that, squad on squad
Squad on one
7 dudes against one, man this isn't Scott pilgrim
I'm not with that beef sh** like a Hindu
We got a positive message to continue
Onto the youth and help tackle the issue
Ghetto skunk that bullets spray
Good a** music when skies are grey
And, if my homie die today
God gon' help me find a way
Said, God gon' help me find a way
Yeah
[Verse 2]
He poverty-stricken, wanna leave it all, good riddance
Searching for an idea to get this skrilla
Cause his pockets empty, like a stomach with salmonella
He thinking he got no other choice
Cause at his home, he don't got that mother's voice
Telling him right from wrong
So he out here, tells his boys to come along
Clock hits twelve
Baseball bat took from a shelf
Slip outside and wait for the light on his cell
Then they meet up the on corner
Searching around streets like an explorer
It's like his homie got a sixth sense
When it comes to making cents
He find the right house like he was drawn to it
Window shatter, David Ortiz at batter
Shiny things gathered up, like a crow's vacuum
All of the j**elry, found, in that bathroom
Hop out the window so fast to the street like a portal
Then they heard the bang and knew this night wouldn't end normal
Look back..
Damn..
[Outro]
Ghetto skunk that bullets spray
Good a** music when skies are grey
And if my homie die today
Imma find my way out
Imma find my way out..