Open Season (feat. Chyna BlaQ)

Dying public Don't nobody want it Everybody fronting Suppression of this regressive state, that's what I'm stressing Get on the mic and bless one To keep my head up when the weight of several troubles lean in on my shoulders I puff some La to hold them I peace with God for closure He told me, son just pull your reps to keep them off your neck And mind your friends that's envious For they the ones that hand you tools to cripple your success, if you allow it Y'all all my kids, I know the darker ins to sibling rivalry But peep, my walks I have with Yah the closest way to share these heart to hearts Important talks to ease the hardest parts In constant watch for crooked cops, persistent opps from separate sides that mind your strides, and preying on your trip But watch, I never slip Keep my grip This nigga's 1 with the earth And chuckin induces on a nuisance, trying to triple my worth Cop me some land, and think expansion from there The realer plan to get established from chaos and madness The hill is steep The battle longer Who gon come out stronger We all at war over a piece of soil Who really loyal and who reeling on you Better eye your waters And trust a portion of your circle Catch what's lurking surface Then we gon see who hurting We in the middle of a dying public How can you love when don't nobody want it Who can you trust when everybody fronting Gotta ask yourselves, cause all these niggas up to something I made a plan, God said that shit was funny You can't see the light if you ain't walking thru the tunnel I see your shine in the darkest room amongst us I see your lies in the bed I made up for us And I, I sever ties when I feel there's no support because I I give a lot, but I ain't never got a portion Pain inside of me I feel like therapy extortion Why the f*ck I gotta pay a stranger just to hear my thoughts When you know Supposedly all these ppl in my corner And who the f*ck you supposed to trust when don't nobody earn none Who the f*ck I'm supposed to love when everybody hurting Everybody broken, hopeless, looking for consolement Had to bear my own condolences just to suitor up some closure Just to not give a f*ck about these niggas and their motives Burning bridges I got over Seeking closure in condolence Time revealing all that's real And all that fake shit get exposure We in the middle of a dying public How can you love when don't nobody want it Who can you trust when everybody fronting Gotta ask yourselves cause all these niggas up to something Dying public Don't nobody want it Everybody fronting