[Intro: Joba]

Baby child, lift your head and free your mind

Open up your eyes, and you'll find you will fly

Just smile sometime

Welcome to the real world

[Verse 1: Joba]

Everybody pray for peace when they don't have the power

A disconnect of intellect

Know some people packing straps, you would call 'em cowards

The realest Gs I ever met

Not on the gangster shit, not on the paper shit

Just on that have-to-provide-for-my-kids and shit

There's blood on the streets, and if I had a dream

I would do anything, I make mistakes

The shit that you hear about ain't just in movies, dawg

I've seen some shit

Bag 'em up in body bags, zip 'em up and send 'em

Away from the kids

I know good felons, good drug dealers

Good people, bad system, bad people—with power

If you gotta dream and you know what that means

You can do anything, just make a change

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]

Sometimes I think back to the ninth-grade campus

When that white boy made fun of my lips, I should've thrown a tantrum

But I remained cool 'cause he was way too handsome

Now I'm out in Beverly Hills using a mansion as my canvas

I bought a helicopter, threw that bitch on stage

RCA gave us money, we ain't throw it away

We took that shit, we flipped that shit

We made this company pop

They like me, I want 'em to love me like them niggas love Pac

I'm De La Soul meet Tribe Called Quest

Meet Oasis inside a G-Unit vest

I moved way out to the Westside, but still got the South in my heart

They murdered Selena, now them niggas looking for God

Dressed like a soldier, told ya, they don't know who we are

My vest is on, let 'em know we ready for war

In the club with my boyfriend, we paranoid 'cause

We might get popped 'cause a nigga on some bullshit

Why you wanna hate me now, or ask the skies to lay me down?

I hear my brother praying now, I really need an angel now

Some type of holy savior

Ayo, Dad, I need me a favor, could you pick me up later, later, later?

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]

I've been exploring through the Joyful, the Sorrowful and Glorious Mysteries

Historians romanticize notorious victories

The visions say the scorpion was born as a centipede

That partnered with the succulents to poison their enemies

I tap in time like telegrams with telepathy

To share the bare necessities of all my discrepancies

Can't save my Macbook pages spillin' onto the melody

'Cause the margins 'round the pen couldn't keep up with my editing, uh

I kept that devil in my sights to never fall behind

That's how we always stay ahead, the flaw of my design

The higher that you climb, the more destructive your decline

I’m well aware that all this didn’t have to quantify

So tell me if you really think it's unrealistic

Here at this point for me to not prepare and arm our district

They shouting, "Hands up," while they deploying their ballistics

We shouting, "Hands up," and kids who need it go ballistic

The difference in our league of extraordinary minorities

Against the identity, representing authority

Move between 'em accordingly and clutch my rosaries

'Fore they try and send the Lord for me, there's more for me

That's when the forerunners told me: "This is not your speed!"

While they repeated their beliefs from the Apostle's Creed

The most consistency I found in life has never come from people

Still looking for an equal, nobody will believe you

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]

God ain't give me a penny, I made a million dollars

I got a thug for a father, so I took care of my mother

God threw me in fire, I walked out with my brothers

You know the shadow of death? I was born in the valley

But now, I live in The Valley

God gave me a house, God gave me depression

God gave us life, but we ain't know it was cursed

I was hurt as a child—you know I still deal with it

Now, I'm a grown-ass man with immature-ass feelings

All I wanted was money, just to get it and spend it

On strippers and weed, I'll skip on the liquor

I can't talk to my niggas, 'cause if I say it, it's real

And I ain't ready to face it

I've been flirtin' with Satan

I've been flirtin' with women that like to dance when they naked

And I throw all of my dollars, I throw all of my problems

To the back of my throat with weed smoke and Klonopin

I'm ashamed of myself

About three days ago, I planned on killing myself

But I'm still here breathin', you know I'm still here screamin'

Screamin', "Fuck that shit," we signed for fifteen million

And I almost missed it, I know that y'all niggas hear me

[Outro: bearface]

And if I'm alive

Will you still carry me?

When I fall

Let the hope and the joy

Rain down on me

Rain down on me (Ooh)

Raise me up

Carry, carry, carry me