Prod. by Raz Simone and Jake Crocker

(Verse)
It's been years now, watched all of these tears now
Seen all my fears now, I can't let my peers die
My only fear now is that I be too late
Like momma, this is for you, and she ain't even wake
I best start focus, but lately I'm losin' my mind
Losing my time, losing my friends, losing my sign
I got the car now, all these bitches, they be down now
I walk up out my chariot and they bow down
But truthfully, who gives a fuck about the car now?
More Amazon workers live here than people that unwind now
My neighbor that's more _______(?) standing
Then the downtown, I'm a native out here and these pilgrims 
Know my sign now
How many youtube videos and links to soundcloud
Can a nigga bounce off with the record to my sound now?
From the bottom, it's hard, they sleepin' on the blind now
That weak shit get found out, I pray the fake shit get found out

(Hook)
Oh, Lord, I don't even wanna move
I'm laying in the bed with my shoes 
And I'm whispering oh, Lord
Please watch my steps
I don't know how many more I got left
So I'm prayin' Oh Lord
The fake kept on prospering
To the real "keep-it-mobbing" men I'm singin'
Please watch our steps
Cause there ain't much of us
No one's left, so I'm screaming, Oh Lord

(Verse 2)
I don't even pray no more
I let my mind take my son to church, but I hate to go
Most men won't get steady cause the cost won't let them take that vow
If that's what true love looks like, then I'd rather stay alone
Sleepless eyes gone crazy, slangin' dope, breakin' hoes
While I'd rather stay at home, take it slow, make a poem
Y'all must be adopted, I swear, you fakest, bro
Act like I ain't here, my nigga, I'm on my baby's flow
My heart's so cold in the desert, I really finna make it snow
They talkin' wet about me, to get home I might have to get a boat
The town wants me to take control, and rid them of the fakest flows
Your whole life's a PR campaign, that must take its toll

(Hook)

(Bridge)
INMax bout to drop a White Privilege 2 after the summer time
Hmm, I wonder why, but look around you, all this shit is just fucked
All my niggas is dead or in the FEDs or they gone
To get this shit right now is gon' take a lot more than a song
Somebody in my corner, please correct me if I'm wrong
Or just let us carry on, I been tryna be strong
But my niggas got more to worry bout out here than a bong
I pray that the sincere live long
And the empty justice get cut with the snakes in the lawn
The powers that be create the vision, racial tension
Money don't make the man but money does make decisions
Do you get it? Yeah, you get it, what you see from what you whippin'
I ain't tellin' you to quit it, but please don't peace while you pimpin'
Even tho that's what I'm doin', I'm just workin' what I was given
I'm a street nigga, don't say shit bout my decisions

(Hook)