[Verse 1]

I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me

I know Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33

I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me

I say, "God, that's a woman," I know she would die for me

They want a barcode on my wrist (Barcode on my wrist)

To auction off the kids

That don't fit their description of a utopia (Black)

Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist

If I grew up without a single pot to piss in—pardon me for venting

Congress got the nerve to call theyself religious

Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life

[Chorus]

Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite

They killed my cousin with a pocketknife

While my uncle on the phone

He was gone for more than half my life

He got out a year, and then he died

I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

None of them'll get along

Mama begging him for winter coats

I was chilling with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his—

[Post-Chorus]

Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yuh

Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh

Eyes don't see (Eyes don't see)

Eyes don't see, ice don't freeze

Light don't leave (Light don't leave)

I don't mean, lie to me

[Refrain]

Tell me it'll be okay, tell me happier days

Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone

Tell 'em I'll be okay when he ask, "How's my day?"

Tell 'em that we the same, tell 'em that we not safe, d—

[Verse 2]

I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind

I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine

I'm not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions or waste-of-times

I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti—

No, I'm no Rihanna

The court gonna throw it like Donovan, down a bit

I just been modeling my whole career as if 'Pac was here

Studio monitors shaking

I raise the apartments, I'm Bono with profit

I made what I made in allotted

Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watching

So stop comparing me to people; no, I am not them

A lot of people dream until they shit'll get sh—*gunshot*

[Chorus]

That's life, Mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite

They killed my cousin with a pocket knife

While my uncle on the phone

He was gone for more than half my life

He got out a year, and then he died

I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

None of them'll get along

Mama begging him for winter coats

I was chilling with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his life