Alkaline

Lately I just say I'm outta town

'Cause I don't really care to be around

I-I been makin' up for my mistakes

I been through a lot, I need a break

More life, never caught

Wrong place at the wrong time

I ain't had no chicken in a long time

I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight

Got a demon triggerin' the porch light

Oh, nah

Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux-kind

I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie

Asking how I'm doin', yeah, I'm doin' fine

Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?

Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around

Grandma was on that slave ship, but we home now

Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now

USA be on that bullshit, better go now, ay

Homie, why you stressin'? We got one foot in the grave

Brother, get your money, get your ass up on the plane

Why you with this woman if you know she playin' games?

Why you with this **** if he treat you like you lame?

Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more

If you got a good thing, go for it

We ain't with the bad things no more

Girl, you gotta let go, let go

You ain't gotta hold on no more

If you got a good thing, go for it

We ain't with the bad things no more

They be sayin' Karma is a bitch, uh

But I don't let 'em talk about my friends, nah

You was takin' people from they kids

Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow

I don't eat it if I didn't pull it from the ground

Got a lot of love, so I give it to the crowd

Man, I swear my great-great-grandma would be proud

We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the **** with the crown

Free man, I'm illegal

Wise man, do it for the fan, man, the people

Mama said they gon' get through, 'cause they evil

Kill you with the same shit that they feed you

I-I-In the car, in LA on the 99

Sunrise, red sky, ambiance

Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind

PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline

Black boy, you could be what you wanna be

You the one that carried that baton when they come for me

Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy-fact

Came up, clear streams in the grizzy-grass

Yeah, keepin' it honest

They tryna to kill you, I promise, they do it all for the commas

I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors

Politicians is phony, they be villains, imposters

They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper

And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us

They want you chasin' the carat, want you fiendin' for Pradas

They want you sick 'til you vomit, 'cause you no use when you conscious