Game Over

I don't wanna live forever if depression a thing still
I sing from the soul, cuz the alcohol sting still
I always bring
Plus one to events, I'm heaven sent, but the demons out here paying the rent
Never relent, I bossed up
Crossed up at my last supper, life a toss up
Wheel of fortune and glass tuppers, walk past the same niggas on the hopes to evolve
With some resolve, to find peace, something time couldn't solve, on the nine blocc
One eye on the time clock, other watching behind
Ain't no calling the crime stop, pray to powers divine
Only sign that he ever gave was to vacate by nine, or pop out to the grave
The cops out, behave was never an option
Always fuck the police only weed we was copping
We was selling grass we mowed down, the garden was plotting
Full of snakes and Eve's apple lay bit and forgotten
Moving like Mike Vic in the field
Pipes gripped in the field
Instead of all of the cotton, it's fights picked in the field, I was
Mostly at home, mama see me bitter
All we had was tap water and some TV dinners
It was G shocks and BBs, crips, bloods and GDS
We push keys and music, the hood wonders like Stevie
My big sis my idol, says bro you ain't gotta be me
I just wanted to be loved without ball skills or a CD

I
Still don't really know what makes a real nigga
The sky
Grayed up, prayed up, cuz they kill niggas
But if killers is the villains, then the hero a lie
Poor niggas feelings is the how and the why
Trying to sustain too hard, when the pain trapped in the trap, game too hard
We just flip that, get back, till it's game over
Til it's game over, flip that, get back, till it's game over
Til it's game over, flip that, get back, till it's game over
Weed comas and the hangovers, flip that, get back till it's game over
Death and the block got the same odor

Pain
Needles in the rain
See no hear no evil, all them snitches is a stain
Visions of remains, being all that remain, I'm staying sane
Through the sounds of K-Dot and Jermaine, filling my brain, was a
Good Kid in a Maad City, and in this Cole World
The hood getting some glass pity, it's breaking from the
Sticks and stones from them clips and chromes
They words be the last heard, before they clip your dome
Absurd how the last bird I saw was bricks in foam
Off brand shit, skeeves the only trix in homes
Thought it was box TVs til the box, I'm watching Fox
Simpsons coming on at seven o'clock, right on the dot, and the
Ciroc made us forgot, the weight on top, of our shoulders and our spine
Barely sober to unwind, getting blind from the moon shine
It's too dark for them mountains that we soon climb
That we soon climb

I
Still don't really know what makes a real nigga
The sky
Grayed up, prayed up, Cuz they kill niggas
But if killers is the villains, then the hero a lie
Poor niggas feelings is the how and why
Trying to sustain too hard, when the pain trapped in the trap, game too hard