[Intro]
Hellboy still
Hellboy still
[Verse 1]
In the seventh grade
I couldn't let this dream separate
Now we stuck together like burnt cellophane
We was hella faded, elevated, always down to Earth though
Not really humble but the verse so personal
In the hands of the merciful
Hellboy still murder you
I bet you love it
Turn the lights off and bump it
Even feel bu*terflies in your stomach
You can try to walk the line, I'ma run it
No matter how much my phone rings
I'ma always do my own thing
I ain't f**ing with a taste
I'ma take this b**h to space
Never caring what you blood s**ing hoes think
[Chorus]
I ain't scared homie
No I ain't afraid
It took a little time but I think I found a way to say
I ain't scared homie
No I ain't afraid
I can feel it coming like a day away
[Verse 2]
Yeah they took away my job
Couldn't take away my pops
Try to take away my home
Try to take away my ma
Always take away my own
Couldn't take away my bro
Then two weeks later hear a call on the phone
Shotgun to the dome
But homie was alone
You told me make a song about it
Like there's nothing wrong about it
But would you rap along?
Virtues of being this much unashamed
Overlook all the madness, stress and pain
Who I'm gonna listen to?
Those who have no limits
Or lames that tell you to stay in your lane?
And we go back and forth
You told me music was better off when there's some kind of constraint
Well, which one would you prefer on my brain?
Wait, wait no hold up, no let me explain
You feel me?
Like at what point does your ambition start to turn into a ball and a chain?
I put my life into this sh** but sometimes it feels like it isn't an even exchange
Forget the cash, but the path that I made
It ain't no thang, but I want to make change
We're gonna make it, I swear I can feel it
I mean it fam, I put all that on my name
Duolingo, prepping my next single
Just touched base with my homie Druzi Rello
He's on the way to NOLA in a benzo that's a rental
Tellin me that Texas has been f**ing with his mental
Some friends he might never see again
I told him "Even in the pen, dog, the realest always win."
People I was raised with serving a sour sentence
Because his boy wouldn't pick up the charge
That's how it is
Because he caught an F
How else he's gonna house his kids?
If I made enough money, I would bail the city out for Christmas
If you feel like you're screaming at a wall, and you just keep getting louder then I'll listen
And tell you that loudness is a gift
Don't let them tell you otherwise
I'm from Northern California
You don't grow up colorblind
I'm a sav with the spit
Pants sag to my dick
Never caught in a trap
Never fall for a trick
Lock 33 up, the whole system make me sick
They can turn their back now
Guarantee we'll make them switch
We're gonna make them hits
Make a list
Write a verse, hook, bait and switch
They're gonna put us in a book, f** a hater snitch
Homie in a mobile home, he can hold his own
Just know in your fight that you ain't alone
[Chorus]
I ain't scared homie
No I ain't afraid
When your vision starts to fade and its getting kind of hard for you to stay awake
I ain't scared homie
No I ain't afraid
Yeah
In the seventh grade
I couldn't let this dream separate
Now we stuck together like burnt cellophane
We was hella faded, elevated, always down to Earth though
Not really humble but the verse so personal
In the hands of the merciful
Hellboy still
In the seventh grade
I couldn't let this dream separate
Now we stuck together like burnt cellophane
We was hella faded, elevated, always down to Earth though
Not really humble but the verse so personal
In the hands of the merciful
Hellboy still