(Hook)

If rap don’t work, I don’t know if I can lead em

Cause my heart is hella cold like it’s from the deep freezer

And there be hella nights when I be talking wit the reaper, but I tell em not today cause my people still need me

So if rap don’t work, I’m back to them hallways

Cause I’m still tryna ball like I play at the Barclays

Even though we stuck between a rock and a hard place

We gonna get it to the paper, forget about small wage

Real!

(Verse One)

I was chilling wit the homeless, cold days, no blankets out

We Hop into the Johnny, hot car, we gotta trade it out

Talking to my shorty, for my young, I’ll make it safe and sound

If they wanna beef, we got machines that can take ‘em out

Shooters they gon slide they gon swing, but they don’t play around

So all that talking tough on the beats, man y’all played it out

Crash and burn, broke as hell with kids cause he’s playing house

Shorty out, she ain’t like how he treat her so she shake em down

Broke as hell, now he tryna find out how to live again

From the bottom, this is what the trenches really giving him

And pain fills the mind, he tryna get rid of the images

Gun to his brain, want it to flick like it’s some cinema

But don’t got the heart, cause for real he wanna live again

Let’s bottle it up, take a puff, it’s getting sickening

All in disbelief, like this world ain’t really feeling him

Roll up some weed and pour it up so we ain’t feelin it

(Hook)

If rap don’t work, I don’t know if I can lead em

Cause my heart is hella cold like it’s from the deep freezer

And there be hella nights when I be talking wit the reaper, but I tell em not today cause my people still need me

So if rap don’t work, I’m back to them hallways

Cause I’m still tryna ball like I play at the Barclays

Even though we stuck tween a rock and a hard place

We gonna get it to the paper, forget about small wage

Real!

(Verse Two)

I’m tryna make it out rapping remember the hard days

And If rap don’t work I’m moving the wrong ways

You ain’t thinking consequences when stuck in a dark place

I be calling all the shooters I feel like Lebron James

We all ain’t made for the streets, that’s why they got walkways

They only loyal if you feed them that’s how they was all made

They asking if I got they back and I’m telling em always

Because I gotta feed the fam and I do it without praise

So yea I gotta get it, i watch the clock, my times tickin

So I’m rapping on this beat give the gift that Gods given

They say they feel the same so I’m Giving ‘em all my feelings

Then I take it to the liver, the pain I don’t gotta feel it

If they wanna beef catch a bald head he’s Krillin

If you miss get out the whip, we know you ain’t bout no killin

I gotta keep it real, they know me to be the realest

If you wishing with no action then you’ll always be wishin!

(Hook)

If rap don’t work, I don’t know if I can lead em

Cause my heart is hella cold like it’s from the deep freezer

And there be hella nights when I be talking wit the reaper, but I tell em not today cause my people still need me

So if rap don’t work, I’m back to them hallways

Cause I’m still tryna ball like I play at the Barclays

Even though we stuck tween a rock and a hard place

We gonna get it to the paper, forget about small wage

Real!