Cain

The sacrificial lamb was sufficient when he was bleeding

The times I stayed silent when mentally I was grieving

While scheming up the labyrinth for love that I was pleading

While sticking to a group or maybe youth is what I'm leading

Growing up niggas were surviving through the sheet wood

Niggas don't care about the words but if the beat good

Your job is to rob kids the innocence would leave hoods

My eyes done seen more niggas bagged like I ain't sleep good

Then I got used to all the yelling and the screams

And then me trynna be edgy was compelling in my teens