Warriors die but they live in the sky

I never seen a Gucci watch in my future,

sign of the times And God whispered in my dreams,

shawty,

open your eyes I got so much more in store for you, they can't touch what's mine Pack my whole life's precious moments in a line And shawty singing my songs, she think she know what's on my mind She think she know what's on my mind All eyes on me, huh I want all my niggas free I could tat a hundred tears on my face I could call out a hundred names Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up You survived last year, get your hands up I know that money tight, that stimmy check light I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night Black lives matter, yeah, I said that, ho Trap lives matter, gotta let 'em know My cousin poppin' pills 'til the pain gone His daddy out of jail, he just came home, yeah He probably need a hug, yeah But you know he a thug, yeah Tryna find a way to make a dollar tree shake These niggas lyin', these niggas fake FN in the glovebox, you know I'm concealin' it Racism still alive, now we just revealin' it Niggas talkin' down, but I still flex Snakes in the grass, but I still step, woo All eyes on me Workin' magic with that P-P-P I could tat a hundred tears on my face I could call out a hundred names Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up You survived last year, get your hands up I know that money tight, that stimmy check light I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night Mama, I ain't made it 'til you quit your nine-to-five I was on the road when I found out my uncle died (yeah) I lost a lot of sleep, I know we should've talked more I worked so hard, I can't forget what this is all for Roll up some, just to burn away the guilt We been trained only pain can make it real Don't need no one to validate how I feel I been really in the fields since bein' healed If your diamonds don't dance, what's the chain of command? Silicon Valley bosses rockin' dockers and vans WowGr8 for the fans, call me Doc if we friends I'm barefoot walkin' through the creek in thousand dollar pants You tryna stay cool with your BM, put your hands up (hands up) Speaker Knockerz, I'm too faded, can't even dap you up (up) Shoulda died so many times, but I know that pussy tight If nothin' else it's still another reason to survive, I realize it's All eyes on me World is crazy, niggas duckin' when you sneeze I been fuckin', got a family to feed (family to feed) And I don't plan on ever stoppin', droppin' seeds I'm tryna outwork my libido, run them bands up If you take care of your people, put your hands up Yeah, you know the vibes, this is real life And can't nobody tell me I ain't ballin' for the night All eyes on me, huh I want all my niggas free I could tat a hundred tears on my face I could call out a hundred names Got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up You survived last year, get your hands up I know that money tight, that stimmy check light I should stash some but we gon' ball for the night