Too Many

So many roaches in my ashtray All my homies drinkin' Bombay Since when we turn the studio session Into a motherfuckin' field day I'm tryna concentrate, tryna elevate Tryna release this stress, got no time to waste Tryna win the race, tryna beat death Not tryna die today, not tryna die today Cause too many people been dying Too many bullets been flying Too many people been crying Life really get rich or die trying RIP to the ones who died trying Gotta make sure that I got mines To really help the ones that been trying Cause too many kids they been dying I gotta do more for the city, gotta do more for the family Gotta go put the guns down, gotta spread love in the city When I die, I hope there's heaven And I can be back with my brethren I know Lord I should be a felon I just hope you see my progression Give me strength to spread the message Been in and out of depression Take every L as a lesson Take every dub as a blessing Take every blessing, I ain't flexing All the blessings but I'm still stressing Spark up a wood so refreshing Then I lock in the stu session We just gotta be able to do more out here Way too much going on in the city, in the world Gotta step up, listen People be dying every day Hope my brother don't die today Cause if I get a call that the homie gone Imma grab the choppa and let it spray I come from the hood where we don't play Now shit all around in the burbs like yay Life not a game boy this ain't E.A. Put down the sticks, this ain't GTA Now the doctor saying my dawg D.O.A. How am I pose to act like I'm ok They taking my homies and I got no say Why you take his life God I know it ain't my place We all in the same boat, tryna beat this damn race Got a couple brothers locked up, tryna beat they damn case Just give me strength God, I'll make sure we all ok If I can change the world God, then we all gone be ok Just give me strength God