Verse 1

I feel immaculate
I feel some grace
So amazing
That I’m tapped in
Backed up
But I never front
My eyes low
Gotta pardon the blunt
Gotta keep it blunt
Slow rollers
Stay rolling
Just to get what they want
I’m a champion nigga
Them breaks
You better pump
I’m from a city
Where the lead
Is pumped
And many lives
Get lost
Managing needs and wants
Begging for freedom
Then you get it
A slave to
Your needs and wants

I take it all away
That’s what the lord told me
Guess it’s on his time
Cause I’m losing track of me
The status of real niggas
Keep it tucked
Move in peace
The pain on my face
I can’t bluff
Or be discreet

I got a lot of pressure
Young gifted and black
Stuffed like a dresser
Drawn up
From the floor up
The canvas on my heart
Is looking fucked up
My lucks up
What’s the fucks up
Let’s get down
While we all up
Ima stay down
Even while up
Nigga that’s us

Hook

I ain’t losing ground
No sir
I stay in these trenches
Til I die
Yessir
Ain’t no playing around
With me
Ain’t no playing around
With me

I ain’t losing ground
No sir
I stay in these trenches
Til I die
Yessir
Ain’t no playing around
With me
Ain’t no playing around
With me

Verse 2

Straight up nigga
What you acting for
Cry with a smile
On ya face
Let’s go
Tell a muthafucka
How life gon go
Love live life
Til you can’t no mo
Can’t no mo

Living in the city
Where you cop a flea
Or cop a pity
Pretty little biddy
Losing sight of what
It really is

Break it down
Cut a little bit
For the kid
Pressure been a bitch
Gotta kill it quick
That shit

Need to roll up
I ain’t focused
Grind it
Spread it
Smoke it
Need to get focused

Nigga need a bag
You got a bag
You got a bag

Smoking for the coping
Not the best right
At least that’s what
Society’s is saying right
I’m just being honest
For the comments
Can’t be honest
For the commas
All the shadiness
Gon leave you
Out to dry
While being wet
Under the eyes
I been tired
I been fighting
For my life back
Grief all on these records
Swear I hope y’all
Understanding that
Shit ain’t got no timetable
Otherwise
Don’t play it back
I ain’t one
To play around
Round the way
I’ll take you at
Run it back

Straight up nigga
What you acting for
Cry with a smile
On ya face
Let’s go
Tell a muthafucka
How life gon go
Love live life
Til you can’t no mo
Can’t no mo

Living in the city
Where you cop a flea
Or cop a pity
Pretty little biddy
Losing sight of what
It really is

Break it down
Cut a little bit
For the kid
Pressure been a bitch
Gotta kill it quick
That, that, shit

I need to roll up
I ain’t focused
Cause I gotta
Grind it
Then spread it
Then smoke it
Nigga need to get focused
But

I need a bag
You got a bag
You got a bag
You got a bag
You got a bag

I need a bag
I need a bag
I need a bag
I need a bag
I need a bag

Smoking for the coping
Not the best right
At least that’s what
Society’s is saying right
I’m just being honest
For the comments
Can’t be honest
For the commas
All the shadiness
Gon leave you
Out to dry
While being wet
Under the eyes
I been tired
I been fighting
For my life back
Grief all on these records
Swear I hope y’all
Understanding that
Shit ain’t got no timetable
Otherwise
Don’t play it back
I ain’t one
To play around
Round the way
I’ll take you at
Run it back

Hook

I ain’t losing ground
No sir
I stay in these trenches
Til I die
Yessir
Ain’t no playing around
With me
Ain’t no playing around
With me

I ain’t losing ground
No sir
I stay in these trenches
Til I die
Yessir
Ain’t no playing around
With me
Ain’t no playing around
With me