[Part I]

[Intro: Hit-Boy & Nipsey Hussle]

Yeah, yeah, we all in the race

Ay Hit, how we gonna lose with shit like this, my nigga?

Hit-Boy, look

[Refrain: Hit-Boy]

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

Honestly, I send hotter shit to your e-mail

Tedious with the detail

Pickin' a pocket apart, callin' a blitz

Gettin' looks from them crackers, we all in the Ritz

Niggas said they with the shits, that all was a myth

Marathon, pace it out, you caught in a sprint

Show me who you are once, ain't gotta show me twice

You can't sell like Eminem, you look like Obie Trice

Down to take a rubber bullеt for my voting rights

Real nigga, I ain't gotta sign into no device, bitch

Fuck bеing famous, you niggas overrated

Pull cards no Vegas, Smack DVD, Shea Davis

Fuck with my Detroit niggas, ay Siri, play Capers

Big boy toys pushing through the barricade

Got they face lookin' like a episode of Scared Straight

Scared money don't make no money

Diamonds from Cheyenne, and my necklace, shit it's stunning

Word to my niggas in the Bay, we goin' dummy

[Refrain: Hit-Boy]

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

This ain't a movie or nothing

Black plight associate lootin' Louis with justice

Prayin' for the sons of man and all of my cousins

You ain't piece up on the plan, don't come to the function

Look, remember playin' my demos and they cut 'em off

Still kept a winner mentality and stayed involved

Losin' myself would be my toughest loss

Catch plays one-handed, my era Randy Moss

Grew up playin' quarterback club, while my relli bagged up

Wishin' I could stack somethin'

Wilson Middle, sixth grade, I was tryna crack somethin'

Some niggas gave they life to the Lord now they back thuggin'

[Refrain: Hit-Boy]

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats

Facts though

[Part II]

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy]

Look, makin' it shake 'til my day, man this ain't the same

I pick up the pieces every time it's make or break

Base to base, hit like Griffey Jr. in his playing days

Do it for niggas hustlin'

Tryna get off an onion 'fore the federals bust in

Too many of us strugglin', that's unbecoming

If I'm not gon' be the one to change the world, I know my son is

[Chorus: Troop & Hit-Boy]

The sky is calm, the stars are bright (For real though)

What's better than to be in flight (Shoutout Rodney B., look)

I re-

[Verse 4: Hit-Boy]

HB beatin' up the percussion

You waitin' on me to peak, I'm just approaching my summit

Since it's going off, I'm so close, I can touch it

Scouring the lot, this summer, might get the rose-tint

Downtown, divin' in my bag at Dover

Pushin' a toy, not talkin' Toyota

Waiting on the call when my dawg say he comin' home

Keep it rock solid even when they throwin' stones

Set me free