[Verse 1: Blu] Jay said that he used to play cello I'm used to hearing heavy metal echo through the ghetto Like a kettle pop whistles, when the pistol pop Lock cops up for the same reason they do the block Just stop k**in' and dealin' it's a game Just a shame how the system be bendin' to get change Of course, it all makes sense When ya listenin' to sins ching-chinging And eyes bling-bling-ing Dollar signs held high as the Lord Jesus Lord keep us close to the heart, as they lead us to the fire Tryna break us apart with no pliers I'm bout to build a ark, cause sharks be tryna bite us But I'm sharp Ginsu, guillotine, with the bling Mr. Clean with a sixteen and a dream Lift teens out the streets wit a piece that I wrote Without a piece on my hip sayin' peace to my folks Like lets go [Hook: Sample & Blu] (I'm gonna need you... I gotta go..) I'm sorry that I cannot stay, I gotta go (I'm gonna need you... I gotta go..) I'm sorry that I cannot stay [Verse 2: Blu] But all we gotta do is keep on and keep the heat on Lights on, rent paid, still broke, still folks steal for meals And k** for thrills Pack said it's real for real My boy used to preach, now he deals dope Just to feed two seeds, true indeed His lady left with his heart shady d**h Milk still chilling on his baby's breath Grown man throwing baby steps Instead of taking a stand, they blaming a man Claiming a game, begging while I'm praying for change Hating the players playing a game On the same team, tryna make green Before we leave greed alone Get a full plate, you don't wanna eat alone I know vegans and heathens that'll eat the bones To each his own, put 'em on blast on speaker phone Listening to rap cause our leader's gone Hoping it'll lead us home And get my mom straight, tryna put a smile on my pops face But it's harder than a broke kid tryna get a prom date Trust me, sometimes my own music don't touch me [Hook: Sample & Blu] (I'm gonna need you...) I'm sorry that I cannot stay, I gotta go (I'm gonna need you...) I'm sorry that I cannot stay [Verse 3: Blu] Speaking the gods of piece of the devil's pie (?) Riding deep with they child by they piece Pedal to the metal Windows down in the heat Stomach (?), tryna eat Wondering how long it'll be before the see Tennessee Sick from the ups and downs (?) grief (?) through the Back breaking from pressure Tryna catch a breath to breathe Please stop me, I need god But I believe that I'll be until they flee from my body I'm thinking I'm free And probably be high as I be Plus I finally got me some wings I stopped tryna be fly, just started flying Now I'm trying to take all y'all as high as I am Let's go.. [Hook: Sample & Blu] (I'm gonna need you...) I'm sorry that I cannot stay, I gotta go (I'm gonna need you...) I'm sorry that I cannot stay