End Of Times

[intro] “Hey my mans. Where it at?” “Aye K, man I ain’t got it on me right now, but I got you for sure next time.” “That’s what you been saying Cos, so what’s up?” “K, it ain’t even like it, yo I been-- oh hell who’s that pulling up?” [verse] Repping the boulevard where the norm is getting your father shot Over some used parts from the garage getting them pawned at the shop Or maybe the discharge of a .40 left somebody’s brother to rot This ain’t a life style this a real battle got you praying to god This ain’t a coincidence this a setup this all been a part of a plan This a systematic full proof cue got you silencing the lambs They say the power lies in the people but know they ain’t showing they hands Who put the guns here, put the drugs here, who’s the one in command? You like the feds with the blue Or reppin red like maroon From the West Coast to the East Coast Leave them dead with the tool The Law fronting like it’s equal When we know it ain’t true Every law targeting minorities Now we all scared to move Ugh Move in shadows like cat burgling No smoke and mirrors just heads turning No cops and robbers just lead burning This hell on earth I’m dead certain Like Golden eye they might pull the trigger You spreading lies they gone come and kill you You roll the dice and I’ll tell the figures She offered box when I called for dinner You pay for ice but keep stealing liquor Get shot and die mother crying rivers No city lights here just gas and litter Can’t say goodbye till they pray my scripture Kid riding dirty might need a filter This life is perm until ya get the clippers She gave the flower he left her wilted I hate that poor folk ain’t getting richer [bridge] You misjudged ain’t tadpoles in the mud Salamanders we all cold to the blood What’s yo flag what’s your call sign lil cuh? These bandannas, ain’t like the panthers Corrupt [verse] All I wanna do is be free call me Isosol Villain of the streets I’m J Cole Running up on me want all smoke Pull up with the heat best not choke Do I wanna die jit hell no Kill em when I speak that death flow Hunter in the streets left red snow Everybody know where the feds post Can I rap like rat pack “Under Pressure” that real life soundtrack Why kids gotta keep that thing strapped Why jits wanna get they face tat Someone let Ray get his place back He ain’t with the guns and that laced crack Why his brother have to catch that stray blast Why the feds gotta target unpaid blacks We cannot quit it, go get it, be stubborn You cannot finish it without the rubber Get to your vision get out of the gutter Forget about stealing and get you a hustle Nipsey done fell but he lifted his brothers Speak with your spirit and you will not stutter Stay out of prison so mothers don’t suffer We gotta rise and look out for each other Forget about fame Stay in your lane Quit spending your money on ludicrous things You gotta save Get you a bank Get off of the streets and stop selling that cane You wasn’t raised To stay in the place That stripped all your family’s smiles away Get out your way Stay out the grave Throw the bandannas and weapons away Really getting blasted if you caught lacking Now brothers’ hearts turning blacker than spades You ain’t half of a man if you’ve never been standing Up to the violence and risking your grave Children in traffic and muzzles been flashing People get taken and killed everyday Everyone panic and no one got answers Heros end up with some lead in their brain Life so hard everyone here suicidal Reach for the gun or the Holy Bible Need some help but afraid to dial No love here for the lonely child The grass looks greener on the other side Only see real through the tiger’s eye Everyday seem like the end of times Everyday feel like your last alive