White Noise ft. Ace Bezzel & Black Rabbit Skinny Lyrics

They killed my homie last year

Eight One Five

Eight One Five

They killed my homie last year when the radio on swear I hear him through the white noise

On the other side of town when the sun go down it get hard to make the right choice

Angel and devil on my shoulder, as I get older, it's hard to know the right voice

Tryna get enough money when I walk into the store they'll treat us like the white boys

How they treat us, how treat us

I ain't put my trust in them teachers I just feel they would mislead us

My homies trying out for the basketball team

I had a different way to fill up them arenas

Put my soul behind these bars and I prayed it would free us

Listen close as the plot get deeper

As the plot get

Bro hit a lick on a cocaine locksmith

Put it on the streets made pure profit

Know Im trying to shoot a video he said he got this

Took us to the mall, grabbed us all outfits

When we walked in, security hawking, caution

Got a group here that might shoplift

Plot twist

When we walk out with bags full of boxes

This was out in Madison, Wisconsin

Off stolen narcotics

Damn, summer nights in my city get godless

Remember being jobless

Walking in the store and they think we might rob it

Probably would, if it was that or starving

Summertime in my city pure carnage

The pain we had to harness

Seen gangstas shed tears as they holding on to they nigga carcass

I done seen that shit

Less than 12 hours lates niggas out here mobster shit

Niggas riding

Gotta keep the kids inside crime scenes get monstrous

Niggas sliding

Through these words I found a way to turn they negatives into positives

I had to find it

If I baptize they souls can I lighten up the consequence

Wooo, Wooo

Still tryna heighten my consciousness

Enlighten my peers with some honest shit

Cause to many niggas is counterfeit

Can't wait till I flood the rollie with diamonds

Like so many diamonds, you can't tell what time it is

Walk in the store tell security goal at the door and they knowing what time it is

Turn up that Way and let it resonate

Pour a little drank need to medicate

Lifting up the game till it levitate

Smoking on a wedding cake

Skinny nigga heavyweight

Petal to the metal till the metal break

See me eating good I could sell a plate

I do not fuck with these rappers they see through like cellophane

Pressure made us bend but we never break

Used to get overlooked, now they won't stop looking

These days I'm overbooked

Seen a shot and I took it

It's no wonder why they face all crooked

Niggas want to know what we cooking

Played the game straight not crooked

Little nigga this is chess not checkers you don't even know what a rook is

My brother loss life to a bullet

Wish that he was quicker to pull it

Now every time I put on a song, I get right in the zone

I hear his voice and it give me influence

We ain't just half-way repping, we ain't just half-way steppin

Nigga put the whole foot in

Fishing for the ends, not friends

This seem like a good spot wait a minute let me put the hook in

They killed my homie last year when the radio on swear I hear him through the white noise

On the other side of town when the sun go down it get hard to make the right choice

Angel and devil on my shoulder, as I get older, it's hard to know the right voice

Tryna get enough money when I walk into the store they'll treat us like the white boys

I don't know how we did it but we did it

Made it through a whole lot of shit we was in it

Stacking up dead white boys don't spend it

Cause a nigga might need it when that front door kick in

Had a set back I was gone for a minute

When that nigga killed Doe it was time for the business

Sliding through the streets only God as my witness

So you better thank God for that cell that you sit in

Young nigga tryna make it out though

Some niggas can't even come out doors

I told my plug I'm trying to eat like kingpin

He said you can't get fed with your mouth closed

I know this one trap nigga got caught with a tool and a ounce

He was talking with his food in his mouth

Young, Black nigga with a big red target on his head that's as soon as he leave out the house

We hit the store with them bags

Got this bitch smelling like gas

Look at the owner he mad

Till I pull out all this cash

They bit like a pit, now they treat me like I'm Brad

Now they treat me like the man

I fucked up they plan

A nigga with all of this cash

Now ring up my nigga so we can leave out with them bags

On my mama

They killed my homie last year when the radio on swear I hear him through the white noise

On the other side of town when the sun go down it get hard to make the right choice

Angel and devil on my shoulder, as I get older, it's hard to know the right voice

Tryna get enough money when I walk into the store they'll treat us like the white boys