On This Way

(专辑： Evolution - 2020)

[Iyla:]
And I think I been counting my hardest days
Lord, won't you save me? Oh
You know what I've been praying for
And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah
I gotta make it change
And I think I been counting my hardest days

[Joyner Lucas:]
Uh, writing plans to make a new report (Yeah)
Grind hard and turn my basement to a jewelry store
If you don't do it for your kids, then who you do it for?
I'm tryna read and learn some shit I never knew before
Focused on investments (Yeah) build me up some new resorts
We can manifest it (Word) you'd rather hit the Louis store
Wasting all your blessings, care about the ones who doubt you
Just to impress some hoes who never gave a fuck about you
Just what I discovered
Never believed in family, that word is really a cover
Just a title that have the advantage to keep you under (Oh, yeah)
I got niggas I consider brothers more than my brothers
So watch it, you show your colors
We living in a world where prison walls is depravation (Yeah)
Living in a world where snitching calls for celebration (Yeah)
Living in a world where niggas crawl and segregation
Rainy nights and desperation, pray we fight the legislation
Protest until we flatline, paralyzed (Uh)
They throwing stones at my Black Lives Matter signs (Oh)
Made a change but we still not satisfied
I can't smile half the time I'm still (I'm still)
I'm still waiting, sitting plotting on the couch (Word)
'Cause I know that I ain't safe when all these cops is on the prowl (Yeah)
Tryna think of other ways, but we ain't got no other route
I'm starting to understand that shit that Pac was talking 'bout (Word)

[Iyla (Joyner Lucas):]
And I think I been counting my hardest days
Lord, won't you save me? Oh
You know what I've been praying for (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
And I never thought I'd see this day (Uh, uh, uh, uh) yeah
I gotta make it change
And I think I been counting my hardest days
Lord, won't you save me? Oh
You know what I've been praying for
And I never thought I'd see this day, yeah
I gotta make it change
And I think I been counting my—

[Joyner Lucas:]
Look, time is money and the clock ticking
I teach my son love and respect, that's a God given (Word)
My sperm donor never been shit, just a flop
Listen, if it wasn't for my step-pops, I'd prolly turn out different (Facts)
Probably be in a cell doing a life sentence (Facts)
Probably have twenty baby mamas and nine bitches (Facts)
Probably grow up misguided, twisted inside the system
Dropped out and failed 'cause nobody listen to my admission (Yeah)
Sick of getting in fights with niggas less educated
Sick of getting advice from niggas who never made it (Ooh)
Sick of being polite to people with lesser patience
Oftentimes, I wonder where I would be if I never made it
The hating always comes from niggas
That wish they had all your blessings or the clout (True)
And bad vibes forever, but I'm destined on this route (Yeah)
I'm starting to understand that shit that X was talking 'bout (Word)
And I think I been counting my—

[XXXTENTACION:]
Worst thing comes to worst
I fucking die a tragic death or some shit
And I'm not able to see out my dreams
I at least wanna know that the kids perceive my message
And were able to make something of themselves
And able to take my message
And use it and turn it into something positive
And to, to at least have a good life

[The Game:]
If it ain't black owned, I'm prolly gon' use it to chop crack on
Hard white for all them hard nights I had my back on
Roach-infested carpet, tip-toe in my mother's room
See a dresser and felt no pressure when taking a twenty off it
Compton like a closed coffin, we walking to school coughing
Often high off the gun smoke, Boston had at the front door
Cooking class, I'm JAY, Hov', rock it up on they stove
Me and my teacher going back and forth like Noname and J. Cole
You said I would never be what? I wouldn't amount to what?
Now you in this Trader Joe's, same lines, saying, "Wassup?" (Oh)
Talking 'bout like how you like my songs, not knowing it was me
Security had me in a headlock and I told you I couldn't breathe
Now it's Black Lives Matter and white letters on your shirt
Now how many black lives did you help, or did you hurt?
Did you handicap, block, push to excel or did you hinder?
Since hindsight's 20/20, I guess you don't remember
Now you with your mixed child, having all these mixed feelings
But do your black husband know you tried to burn down our village?
But never mind, from the line, that's for y'all to figure out
Just know that boy who wasn't shit bailed all his niggas out
And it's my black queen, I kiss her on her black lips
And she rock Off-White 'cause she support black shit
And I'm blacker than a Steeler helmet or a Spike Lee flick
Black like the pick stuck in the afro of Kaepernick