VIBRATE HIGHER

Your homies take pictures with guns then long live you My homies get word I dropped, they come get you Wolf in sheep clothing I am the wrong n**** Covid 19 with time I've grown sicker Knowledge in my soul, money on my mind Peace in my heart and piece on my side Pain made me stronger, pain made them liars Thinking I'm a weenie, give your shorty Oscar Meyer Women have a funny way of showing that they like me Chances of them being the wifey highly unlikely I remember who f****d with me, even slightly Not a Rastafarian but everything is irie I was street roaming, hanging with the needy Check fraud got me busted at the Big EZ Photos of my face behind the glass, heebie jeebies Warrants in my name paid em back then they freed me Hitting at the bus stop the older kids were jealous I could be myself but pull hoes like Elvis N**** where yourmom at I'll buss her like Melvin Pessimistic thinking man none of that s*** is helping Family think we uppity but ain't know we was starving Candles got lit when my mom went jobless Phoney make you cool intelligence makes you target These other n****s cool but they're work ethic is garbage Bunch of new faces, schools kept changing Quiet on the field trips while other kids were banking Seen book fairs but never participated No grip on my b-ball shoes couldn't replace them Hit 13, no money for our haircuts Hairline f***ed up, hoes didn't care much Still had my heart though, never played victim Relate to the hustlers, relate to the real ones (Smac) Vibrate higher, vibrate higher, and higher, and higher Vibrate higher, we need to vibrate higher, vibrate higher, and higher, and higher When you ask for answers get pointed to oppression I'm not given options, only one direction That's a large number 5 with a side of depression Living like a peasant, that advice they could've kept it In my neighborhood they only giving the minimum Everything they teaching the kids is slowly killing em That's if even teaching, momma still preaching Give your life to the job even though the job beneath you When you in your dreams they tell you to stop dreaming Chase the temporary that turn to obituaries Give up on your sight, though you a visionary Sacrifice your dream for a spot in the cemetery... To them they only job was get you to 18 Everything they did to you wrong they slates clean Other kids parents set em up for a future Ours get taught to abused us, just vibrate higher