[Intro: Holloway]
Yeah, shout out to Nascent, QB, GMajor Sound
Me and Gabe up in here trying to progress and give the people what the deserve man, yeah
[Verse 1: Holloway]
Yeah, I'm on another mission again
Turn on the television, telling lies to our vision again
They paint a pretty picture of a lifestyle that we're missing and then
We slang dope, with dreams of bringing hope to the well
Coke and a scale, you're supposed to be k**ed
But then the boys in blue got you lock down and now you're hoping for bail
Thank God that you're alive my n***a, just do your time in Riverside my n***a
And soon things will get well
[Hook 1: Holloway]
Now if I told you everything ain't as bad as it seem, would you believe?
And if I told you we could be the next Nas or Jay-Z, would you believe?
Man who the f** I'm kidding? We can't be them n***as
Barely ever get to see them n***as
I write these rhymes just to free my n***as
So their mind can ease
Stop the violence and divide the peace
So that we can believe
[Verse 2: Holloway]
n***a I don' paid dues
Even when I'm past due on the rent too
Even when I had to murder instrumentals
My strategy is mental, you ain't got a clue
Would say you must've forgot, but b**h you never knew
Smartest n***a in the f**ing room
Especially when I'm surrounded by rap n***as
Or wanna be trap n***as
Throwing shots? Boy you better not
I put that sh** on everything, franks red hot
You rap n***as is funny to me
You talk about your cars and money to the highest degree
And then you s**ers s** a dick for a f**ing deal
What you need a deal for when all you rap about is a f**ing mill?
But anyway, I ain't got time to waste my lines on the close minded
Misguided, dumb, blinded
Stupid n***as that lost their minds and can't find it
I'm here to spit the real sh** and give you something to believe
[Hook 2: Holloway]
Now if I told you that the rap game would never be the same, would you believe?
And if I told you that these stupid n***as only entertain, would you believe?
Man, who the f** you kidding, you can't see me n***a
Better off putting my EP on repeat n***a
I write these rhymes just to free my n***as
So their mind can ease
Stop the violence and divide the peace
So we believe
[Verse 3: Holloway]
Check, Man life is what you make it
And sometimes the streets is wicked
And, I hate to hear about a victim to the system
But, I heard a rap n***a had paid a wack n***a
To k** my cousin [?]
Tell me what the f** was he on?
Another black man down because of a clown
Another king that didn't get to reach his crown
Beware of your surroundings
‘Cause these n***as is thieves
These n***as will take away your life over some sh** you won't believe