Chorus (*2):

When it’s time for me

Please give me my eulogy

But until it’s time for He

You’re gonna hear from me

Verse 1:

Call me crazy, sometimes I wish my skin was a little darker

Maybe I would be more sweeter, less bitter than I foster

Better juice for the placement so a brotha can prosper

Would be perfect if the coppers didn’t see a black monster

Still nigga, no different, hoodlum in the way

Let me steady in my lane

And I’m picking up the pace

Every color in the paint

They Picasso in the face, posterize every game

Never half stepping on an off day, yuh

Stomping every yard on an off play, yuh

Dream working for the boss baby all day, yuh

Color grade be stain when you cut vein, yuh

Looking & scoping in red, seeing the kills up ahead

I'ma murder the tread

Moving like I’m in the scope

Double O seven intro

Issa epic approach

Wifey done told me, I'm only gone benefit

If I keep giving it infinite, (ugh)

Pushing the homies in spite of depression

I’m only as good as my regimen(t) (ugh)

Prayer motion, by the same token

Paid on it like a brave owner

Brain golden cause the chain broken

Flame toting like a chain smoker

Mane growing, cause I stay focus, with the range open

I’ma game closer, gotta reign sober

Every day over, til my grave loaded, til' my grave loaded!

Chorus

Hook (*8):

Do or die, do or die

I’m a ride

Verse2:

Working hard to be better a person

But the same nigga (but the same nigga)

Stay level-headed

Little more patience but the same temper ( but the same temper)

See I move different, I respect women

And I hate harassment with a potent passion

So if no’s her answer and you keep advancing

If I’m a witness, I'ma beat yo ass

Just because I love God don’t mean I’m soft

Never been the one for pro-violence

And I know kindness is a gold miner

Aways end up being wrong sided, even slow blinded

By your own silence, good I got conviction

Oh - my - God gimmie wise intention

Fold my lies, let me dodge the fiction

Living nightmares as I chase my dreams

Tendency to trip on what they mean

Doesn’t kill me only makes me lean

Muscle, angle

Either or it seems

Proper stuff, to prop me up, a product touch

I profit much: a prophet sum (whoa)

I consider every inch a mark of growth

The progress is a project show, ugh

Chorus

Hook