Lifted Part 2

Woo, hahaha, scary

Okay! Yo

My skin black, my blood blue, my cup red, this drink purple

I think green, I talk white, I’m ‘bout as high as the waistline on Urkel

These **** talking - my team walk it

Taking shots and my team cock it

Small timers in the big city

But name any other **** you seen popping (good Lord!)

Rules are no better than glass

Haven’t seen pussy that’s better than cash

Haven’t seen **** as good as my team

And I’m better than them: what’s that say ‘bout yo ass?

Woo! That shit gon’ get me in trouble

They know it’s love, no need for rebuttals

I’m still calling these audibles in the huddle

You **** ain’t deep - got my feet in your puddle

Only thing I’m looking for’s the bottom of the bottle

Hotboxing on my own, got my heart feeling hollow

Got the smoke, for the mirrors, for the **** that you follow

Got an eye on everybody I know, whoa, so -

I might have a couple things just sitting in my system

Got me thinking things are different, things are different baby

Finally got a couple people listening

I ain’t tripping, it was written: fuck the system, fuck the system baby

Fire up the pistons, make a living off what’s given

It’s a given, we just out here getting lifted baby

(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby

(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby!

Concussion-inducing hallucinogens

Proof in the girls that be getting loose with their friends

Yeah I’m flying through the ceiling and I’m roofing again

And my life is a movie you **** spoofing again

(Maiwe!) I’m so Warner Bros

So all you motherfuckers better warn them hoes

I’m living life like I’m hip-hop’s cornerstone

I’m tryna die for my **** I was born alone, let them know

Sip slow, live fast, die young, older money:

I’m an oxymoron

The only thing that could kill me now:

If this little mixture of toxins goes wrong

But ain’t nobody gonna fill my shoes

Gonna walk my walk, gonna pay my dues

Fuck my hoes, gonna fill(?) my crew

You might get it online, but I’m real life cool woo!

Valedictorian: came to Rehab and gave it a little class

Xndr took off like a rocket ship when I lit a little fire up under his ass

I’m high high - kush and reefer

Smoking on that Wiz Khalifa

Scarface life can’t get no deeper

You can tell them all it’s a re-up

Ugh!

I might have a couple things just sitting in my system

Got me thinking things are different, things are different baby

Finally got a couple people listening

I ain’t tripping, it was written: fuck the system, fuck the system baby

Fire up the pistons, make a living off what’s given

It’s a given, we just out here getting lifted baby

(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby

(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby!

How you feel about telling your dreams to your family

And they sit over the fact that they don’t understand?

Tryna put your name on a blimp

But **** taking more damn shots like it’s pics for the gram

Tryna get it right for these two-faced vipers

That hype you whenever there’s a mic in your hand

Tryna blow steam with the A/C on

Till I realize haters are type of a fan

Mind-blown: triple entendre

Nice with a pen, no fights with a stan

Your words linger in the air till lightning strikes

Like you flying kites with the man

But my shit’s bulletproof and safeguard

Turning cynics into real believers

And my proving ground into a graveyard

Body body anybody tryna fuck with my heart and mind and soul

Till I put one in they hearts or mines

And they tryna find your soul

You **** is pressure for diamonds behind the coal(?)

It’s a cold world till you find Roc Nation

They make you dumber(?) for tryna flow

The silver-tongue want a diamond cause it ain’t a common goal(d)

Get it? Fuck whatever you call

Greatness; we are movers and shakers

Like an earthquake while I’m driving a U-Haul

Tryna suck the life out my true blood

Then I blow brains on a canvas: true art

Suicidal in the booth art

Put my little brother through school art

Give him all the chances I had

When I was a little younger and the money came through art

Now I’m tryna make it all through art

I tear this whole motherfucker down to rebuild it:

Ain’t no such thing as too far

I might have a couple things just sitting in my system

Got me thinking things are different, things are different baby

Finally got a couple people listening

I ain’t tripping, it was written: fuck the system, fuck the system baby

Fire up the pistons, make a living off what’s given

It’s a given, we just out here getting lifted baby

(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby

(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby!

I just want you to know

That I am welcome to the possibility of this not being the end of my journey

Hell I know it isn’t, but, I wish you were here to see me through it at the very least

And, I know Mom does as well

And my little brother, he… he barely remembers you

But, we’re all he’s got

And we’re trying to be the best representation of the best version of you

That there ever was…

I love you, and maybe that’s the only love that counts

Maybe that’s the only one that exists:

The kind you’re born with

The kind you’re shown

The people you’re given

Maybe there’s more to me than I thought

Or maybe it’s a symbol of hope for something more…

Mom got you a nice gravestone

I wish you could see how everything's changing

Just know I'm gonna be back here to tell you all about it

I miss you

Goodbye