The Art Off The Influence

F*ck shit up F*ck shit up F*ck shit up F*ck shit up F*ck shit up F*ck shit up F*ck shit up F*ck shit up Run run in the street Hit a lick and leave My homie did some dumb things I feel like my homie been using me Yeah usually, that shit can't affect me, man f*ck that I can't f*ck up other businesses I know the grind behind that Heard the sirens from the cops I mean we black with a ski mask F*ck that, run run in the street It was December My hands cold, I'm sweating as a motherfucker Run so fast, I lost my homies Turn left, turn right, straight up Then an other right, my heart beating I'm tryna find a safekeeping Bitch laughing, I'm not geeking F*ck them they be tripping All that shit I been through They put my back against the wall I been balling like John Wall Fake gangsters like Rick Ross Jump the shit like kris kross Run run in the street Long night with the homies Long night with the homies We escape, no arrest, no face no case Peer pressure, I got to pay for my sins nigga We all humans, we all sinners I make my way back home My feet's cold, no charge huh in my phone Another black man in jail Keep singing the same song I had the mind of an activist My mom tried to abort me 2 times That shit no accident Doesn't mean I'm a chosen one I'm controversial like an antagonist Trust god's plan, f*ck the devil's work Late night in my bedroom Still thinkin' about that shit going on They ain't got no remorse's 2 AM I'm sleeping though Woah woah 2 AM I'm sleeping though But my phone rang again nigga What's up fool Come bust your ass nigga We got some hoes and shit Come chill with us Nigga