[Chloe Rose]

I just want to see The Brighter Day, they still wanna take my rights away

Lord can you point me in the right direction direction, yeah

[Verse 1: Deebo]

Blood on the scene actions were suicidal

As we welcome a new arrival of a newer rival

Got to run dropped in the gas, coppas are rocking and oxygen mask

I'm plotting to grab the Glock in in dash

Too many pigs in the way, fuck

Either I travel without the strap or remain stuck

I got to move, they trying to get me ain't no need to stay back

My boy Bobby could be dying and I ain't trying to take that

No, no, trying to hide hoping I escaped that pulled out the cellular

I'll call Jay his voice sounded too irregular

Like bro I'm on the run from the opps Where you located

He said I'm in the cribo waitin'

The hospital we tried to hit on some dumb shit

I'm doing what I could but I need you to come quick

Dumb sick adrenaline surpassing my scepticism

Thinking if the pigs finna catch me forget prison

Fuck it just run, nigga, run, run, nigga, run, run, nigga, run

Run, nigga, run, run, nigga, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

I get there, door is unlocked its a bit rare

Quiet yo I'm getting a bit scared

I called Jay, I'm getting no answer I'm passing the door way

A leg sticking out of the hallway

I noticed a nigga Bobby

The kitchen floor but leaking from a nigga body

I can't believe he's just here with three new holes in the forehead a gun in hand

Lord I don't understand

Maybe the kid was fed up, where the fuck is Jay at?

What is this shit a set up? Let me not say that

The three of us go way back, login these hours on my Nintendo

Reminiscing so happens I'm looking outside the window

The same niggas hoppin' out the van in all black

These niggas all strapped, but this time I ain't no way to fall back

Take a guess who was leading the charge

This nigga Jay Retreats from the squad

Pointin' in my direction who beatin' these odds, I duck low

Did they see me was I kinda slow, this my time to go?

Why not try a long time?

My tears falling, damn, this gon' be the night I die?

Wait, looks like twelve when that war

Got to make a decision once they come through that door

Fifty came right before Jay got to me

No time for backup for now they down to three

I can here the walkies getting closer anticipation

Building as I'm holding on my heart 'cause my s*** is racin'

Everything stops the energy feelin' spaceless

Body can't move I'm living inside the Matrix

A voice goes well, well, well

Crying like a bitch ain't a swell farewell

Go towards bobby get the gun from his left hand

Take these niggas out I don't think that's the best plan

You can still live no fingerprints is on the weapon

Turn yourself in and think of this is as all a lesson

You remain calm and I garuntee they wouldn't splatter

Your blood everywhere, nah, you black it wouldn't matter

Wait, yes it would, no it won't, it's the hood so it don't

Even if I try to show I'm being good, bro it don't

Mean a thing if they come see a dead body

Shooters was outside they don't know that's your friend Bobby

All they gonna see is a black man who finished the job

Now what the fuck makes you think they won't send you to god

Whoa, whoa, this is getting out of hand

I know it's bad but I promise you I got a plan

Use the window you on the second floor

You could be Scott free before they hit the door

What if it isn't safe, you need to make sure they get a taste

Of their own medicine, nah, all you needs a bit of faith

It's your safety given in would enhance it

Another black man gettin shot I wouldn't chance it

Take these niggas out, remember god is who you call to

Know there's a decision to be made and it's on you

Make it right, run, nigga, run, run, nigga, run

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Coming back to reality

I grab Bobby's gun police approaching rapidly

Bus into the house and I think no one can save you now

I look at Bobby bro I really hope I made you proud, damn

[Verse 2: Deebo]

Yo we haven't eaten in days

We getting weaker by every weekend or we can just be some beasts in the cage

A Puerto Rican enslaved beatin'

The masters feenin' to murder in first degree

Meaning you being the first to see no need bachelor's

Here to wreck the beginners

Reaching Perfection and checking

If I'm Wrecking records with Guinnes

Respect the contenders my ass they say I like patience in being proper

I'm a hip-hop patient with no patience to be a doctor

What the fuck is this

We making a name and lames is jumping ship we jumpin' shit

The balance of working this music got me jumping shifts

I jump and shift to a certain dimension, where a person perfection

Doesn't get judged by certain complexion reflections

Of racism and hatred is in the air

No matter how good that soul temptation is in the air

I'm aware of the persuasion evading is kind of hard

But this won't be my last supper I'm eating beside the Gods, yo