My homie rolling blunts with JAN6
In his waistband packing tang
Scared the next time the phone rang
Coroner gon read his name
Hard to convince me this what his mama wanted
He try to any way says that I should get started
Well I ain't even smoke since '18
Was steady chiefing on the weed
When JAN6, he turn to me
Says to pay up fifty dollars for each gram that I smoked
I said I thought we was boys you not gon share? He said hell no
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it
But I ain't miss when he pull up in the Chevy
Heavy whipped and
Handing me a case of bullets and a bag of empty clips
Said to fill them up we starting riots I got out the car, was jumping ship
Pushing inner city limits
Homicide numbers up
The others out there don't wanna visit
They see him causing trouble wonder if there's anything left
I'd tell you no, but instead
He says he's steady working on himself
He sees the problems that are wrong
He addressing them, don't need your help
An equilateral process that's bipolar
One minute's charity for the homeless the next it's working on solar
And fucking everyone around him talking like
Go fix it all yourselves y'all go on and on and on about how you all wanting my help
He got 2 sides blue and red neither good
He try to convince you he's amazing hide the bad shit under hoods
Talking to you wake up
Don't fall for his lies he ain't giving a fuck
He work for himself and then claim it's all love
If you ain't the 1 percent you won't get up
He try to get you addicted to drugs
Dollar dollars on some gloves
Spend your pay on Balenciaga
Get a spouse with a lil trauma
From a bullet graze
Witnessed that in 3rd grade
Told they lie on the news channel nearly everyday
How's that ok? I don't know why
We don't criticize
Unless your thoughts lie
With the other side
Take a look, gang
Trace it back to JAN6