Dead Homies

How do we live so insensitive? Is it the way we live? Is it the way we are? Keep the dead homie's name out your mouth Keep the dead homie's name out your mouth Keep the dead homie's name out your mouth Keep the dead homie's name out your mouth People talking shit about people on screens that they've never seen off screen Talking about respect, don't know what respect means No respect for you, respect him, respect for me So f*ck y'all, respectfully Self proclaimed king who be acting like a kid Computer warrior, in person acting wimp Acting like a simp Taking sloppy seconds, acting like you a pimp I'd like to speak for the community As a child, I was told in hell there's no unity And right now, you proving it to me truthfully I thought you was brothers You throwing each other under the bus every chance you get I see no respect, I see no trust Or is your ego so big that you can't see a mother crying right now She lost her baby Can you respect that? Been thinking lately, am I much better? How much respect do I have, how am I put together? We lack attention from our parents then we grow up as attention whores Politically correct image, monsters behind closed doors Keep the dead homie's name out your mouth Keep the dead homie's name out your mouth Keep the dead homie's name out your fucking mouth (Bitch) Talking down on the dead Asking for help, shit Yet, you never been through nada Y'all some pussy boys, just some bitch ass motherfuckers Oscar the grouch, straight dog water Kill this beat just like I slaughter for my family You talk that talk, claiming you walk that walk Asking for smoke, yet we be the smoke Where's the king to stand against ours? No this ain't about rap, don't think it's about that You think it's about clout, find your way around that Find a way to shut your mouth, you're making yourself look bad Make a change, look back We passed the halls and bookbags High schools over, my thoughts sober, my minds sensitive Emotions I'm having is heavy People that we living with is petty Their spirit is dying, the child inside them is crying We're all just human, none of us is righteous, none of us is perfect but this a crisis We should be living in alignment but we living here divided, at each other's throats Tryna separate the sheep from the goats, acting like gods And the people got no hope We should be living large Should be adjusting crowns, making plans and double down While the pussies run around While the pussies run they mouth They say that they gonna do something, you pull up to their house And they act all buddy-buddy (Nah I was fucking around) Well don't f*ck with me buddy or anyone in this town Fly high