Lyrics
(Soon as I get home) alright, uh
I been fuckin' with that bein' out of reach
Word to Dolph, you ain't gon' catch me with a leech
I been dragging every demon by a leash
Eye for an eye nigga, all the story incomplete
See, I remember it got gory in the sheets
Quarrels every morning, kept inside that door, ain't make a peep
Dormant when they spoke to me
Porridge was the only flooring
I was pouring when I weeped or wept
Wallowing in sorrow, I was seeing loops of my regrets
"It's gon' switch tomorrow," I would tell myself, but ain't expect shit
And rope necklace would fit me better than the bezels, full discretion
Young black man just tryna look for direction
Would fight a million niggas 'fore I fight for acceptance
Never feeling relief for a second, just feel like home
And it's bars on my windows
Been a minute since I felt the wind blow
Okay, I been trapped up in this limbo
Lookin' for a semblance of the end bro
Please take these bars off my windows
Get these fucking bars off my windows
Please take these bars off my windows, bruh
Look
See nonetheless, it's strength in where I come from
And it may be some demons tryna chase
But it ain't shit that I'ma run from
See swimming straight willpower
What you learn when it's sink or tower
Every man tryna scour they plate
And every hour I'm late is another pow to the face
So I'm grounded with a watch, and I'm watching my fate unfold
And I'm making good timing
Something like a two flat
Tell my youngin "Keep climbing"
I seen two plaques when I sat and closed eyelids
Then I hit Ty and told him, "We gon' be shining"
He believe it, he like me, he cut like a diamond
Plenty changed, and I ain't got no time for rewinding
And I keep beating on the drum until I hear it crying
It ain't a scrap they taking from me 'cause they see me trying
I told my brothers, "Sit up straight," 'cause they gon' sink reclining
Listen
See I can't fuck with niggas tryna play the middle these days
I ain't feeling brittle these days
I been thinkin' 'bout the plan
Ain't been thinkin' 'bout a vigil these days
Really getting chiseled these days, listen
See I can't fuck with niggas tryna play the middle these days
I ain't feeling brittle these days
I been thinkin' 'bout the plan
Ain't been thinkin' 'bout a vigil these days
Really getting chiseled these days, nigga
Uh, uh, uh
(Soon as I get home)
