Swivel

(Head on a swivel)

(Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner, run up on you any minute)

(You'll be gone)

Yeah

****, keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner, run up on you any minute

You'll be gone

I know **** dead outta desperation

RIP my **** Alan, damn, I wish you woulda stayed at home

Learn to make the best out of shitty situation

No complainin', no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone

Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changin' for the better

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong

I done made it up, I done made it out

I done made a way, we been makin' waves

We've been makin' sounds

Rappers elevate, they paper mache

Like piñata they can't wait to break, I can animate

Promised mamma she gon' see the day when we all okay

All it really take is time and dedication, I pray

For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make

Hey batter, batter, swing, bake, whip the batter for the cake

****, keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner, run up on you any minute

You'll be gone

I know **** dead outta desperation

RIP my **** Alan, damn, I wish you woulda stayed at home

Learn to make the best out of shitty situation

No complainin', no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone

Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changin' for the better

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong

(I don't know what it is man, I just)

(I don't think I'ma be here that much longer man)

(Somethin's watching me man, somethin's followin' me)

(Somethin' want me dead, man)

(Pray for me, pray for me, please)

Hell, when I was young I ain't have to pop no guns

Nothin' crackin' in the slums you couldn't handle on your own

Shit, I ran my block where we used to knock couples

Souls fly, wasn't nothin' like you guys, what y'all on?

Shit there wasn't nice, wasn't paradise

Wasn't lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own

Mamma had to work, papa had three jobs

No, we not Jamaican my sir, but we always rocked

Shit that kept my head on the weave and bob

I'd rather be dead than to weep and sob

So we solve any major prob' with the quick resolve

Had to squab circle that bitch off, feelings get involved

Neighborhood on lock, 'fuck we need the cop?

That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock

Left us with a needle and a jump-shot

Leave us countin' seconds on our fingers through the gunshots

****, keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner, run up on you any minute

You'll be gone

I know **** dead outta desperation

RIP my **** Alan, damn, I wish you woulda stayed at home

Learn to make the best out of shitty situation

No complainin', no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone

Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changin' for the better

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong