[Intro: Propain]

And that's when they say they saw these two groups of men arugin' outside

And the arugin' then escalated to gun violence between the two groups

The US broke year another record for new Coronavirus infections just yesterday

As cases continue to rise nationwide

This man kneeled on a man's neck

For eight minutes and forty-six seconds

Yeah, look

[Verse: Propain]

They say pain don't last forever, that shit a myth

Bein' real gon' be your curse and a nigga's gift

That block cold beforе the winter hit

The streets don't lovе a soul and boy, this shit don't come with memberships

That judge hate us but with years, he get generous

Still we Barry Bonds, riskin' stripes just to make a digit flip

All we know is jump shots and pistol grips

Or call a play and try and run that shit like Emmitt Smith

Run it up then we run it to the dealership

Damn, I know that's some nigga shit

They still think we slaves but only nah, they ain't sendin' ships

And laws don't give charge when they pop us, they just gettin' it quick

Oldheads said, "A change comin'," he could feel the shift

I told 'em, "Keep dreamin', school, not from where my vision sit"

And I know bread can't fix it all, I ain't ignorant

But broke don't fix a motherfuckin' thing, my focus gettin' rich

Or die tryin', I came in with only fifty cent

Independent, doin' it biggie on some Diddy shit

Nigga, yeah, I'm tryna chase a buck

They call him underdog for a reason, my only way is up

See y'all could play that foreign role with them, you can't fake with us

Bread don't make you real just like that pistol, that don't make you tough

It's stress when you down, but it get better when that paper touch

Get up off your ass and go and grind if I ain't sayin' enough

Shootin' money to my cous' until he out the can

In pictures we look like legends in the South of France

Open shirt, sippin' Rose, we on a yacht in Cannes

Just some motivation to show my nigga he still got a chance

Realest in my city, nigga, that's bein' modest, fam'

But trophies never made satisfied the way these dollars can

So bitches bone, rubberband that money, every knot or gram

Reportin' half, got 'em cookin' books, bitch, we dodgin' Sam

Focus, no disrespect Corona, but I'm Black

We've been fightin' to breathe since these crackers brought us over

'Round this bitch feelin' low, ironically we never sober

Bills due, your mama cryin' and daddy hocus pocus

At the same time, your own people turnin' into cobras

Niggas that you grew up with hate to sit when you growin'

So we marchin' 'bout these cops, but I'm still lookin' over shoulder

'Cause the chance is high that you gon' die the niggas that you knowin, damn

That's fucked up, but a honest phrase

Honor of my pops, that nigga left, but the trauma stayed

You should see that pain on my mama's face

The folks I love the most, they broke my heart into a hundred ways

Damn, I be numb for days

We don't get no therapy, we just walk around like nothin' faze

Shit, just another day

Bitch, we outside and it ain't nothin' safe

[Interlude: Propain]

Yeah, this shit ain't nothin' new to us

Born to lose, race to win though

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

It ain't safe outside

But long as I'm here, you're safe right now

I said it ain't safe outside

I got keep that thang on me, I know they wanna take my life

No, it ain't safe here no more

'Cause I'm here, I'm here

No, it ain't safe here no more

There is no man I fear