Gloves - Intellectual

What dot won’t do is stress myself

I know what god can do

I know I can’t bless myself

I know he’ll protect me if I

If I protect myself

So I say alhumduliliah

And I grabbed a tech myself

Yall never been front row at a funeral

And honestly it shows

Posting videos of dead bodies on your phones

[__] fuck is you on

So many [__] got shot

So I take some to help me stop

Thinking about how long my arms is

But still not enough to hold onto the block

Fuck

WHAT!!!!!

I pray to god that we who he put his love on (WHAT!)

Riding down lake shore at 3:AM

Drunk as hell playing love songs

I been off my square for a minute

She asking me what’s wrong

I just had to tell lil bro before he load the clip

Please put your gloves on

Crazy, (WHAT!)

Cause he wanna be just like me

Well he did but I ain’t blow up in time

So now I lost him to the streets

So I spill my heart on these beats

And pray I got chose to change what I see

And hope that god can agree

I was bleeding in the middle of the street

Getting beat by police

What the fuck was I supposed to do

I had someone that i knew

Someone I knew

And then die how many we supposed to lose?

Pole on my waist, my belt do what a holster do paranoia don’t trust who approaching you

If you get too close then we poking you

What we seen would crush you

Some of mine seen the cards they was dealt

And prayed to God to reshuffle

We watched aunties bleach they skin

As kin you can tell by the knuckles

We watch [__]get hit by 2x4's

And die in scuffles on camera

Shit got extra Read all about it

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