My homie Daryl, he was down on his luck Fired from his job, his boss did not give a fuck His landlord called, she knew something was up That's when he knew he had to get her some loot Tucked his tool into his boot and then went out on the hunt That's when he saw this business man in his trunk He looked around and there was no one in sight Counted a hundred thousand dollars after taking his life, blaow With just a gat and a black ski mask Two straps on a black backpack Man I got it I need the cash, that's a fact, quick fast Get mad, get sad, boy just hand over your wallet Out in a flash, get the bag, dip-dash Too bad for your luck, boy empty out Your pockets Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping This is what you do when you are left with no options Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping This is what you do That evening Daryl drove himself to a club That's where he met a couple girls who were drunk He took them home, he was feeling them up Not yet aware that he was bout to get played He was excited, he was bout to get laid That's when one of the girls reached into her purse She put some handcuffs on him and he told her "it hurts" Emptied out his house, took him for all that he's worth, HA With just a gat and a black ski mask Two straps on a black backpack Man I got it I need the cash, that's a fact, quick fast Get mad, get sad, boy just hand over your wallet Out in a flash, get the bag, dip-dash Too bad for your luck, boy empty out Your pockets Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping This is what you do when you are left with no options Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping This is what you do Now Daryl's desperate and he's starting to panic His landlord calls but he won't even answer He had an idea and he started to plan it He figured, "Fuck it. Imma go for a big fish" That's when he thought, "Imma go and find me a rich kid" He headed out and he drove straight to the burbs He found a kid and threw him down on the curb That's when the sheriff got some red on his shirt, BLAOW With just a gat and a black ski mask Two straps on a black backpack Man I got it I need the cash, that's a fact, quick fast Get mad, get sad, boy just hand over your wallet Out in a flash, get the bag, dip-dash Too bad for your luck, boy empty out Your pockets Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping This is what you do when you are left with no options Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping This is what you do

Let's keep it real, I'll get straight to the point I'm sick of everything I hear, this shit is honestly noise I used to look up to the rappers back when I was a boy Now I'm a man and all these rappers fucking got me annoyed I take it personal, my favorite emcees were always surgical Verbally reversing words you'd think were irreversable On your souls the rap gods will not be merciful And they won't give a fuck about your cash or your convertible And that's real, don't give a damn bout how you feel Bragging bout your wheels when half your hood ain't got a meal Yeah that's real, don't understand all the appeal You'd rather rob and steel Than have respectable ideals, man it's twisted It's sad cuz in the end I really get it Sounds cool to be ghetto until you're in it, man it's vicious Cuz the rappers who was winning Rapped about the way they did it Cuz they had to for a minute Just so they could keep living But now the image gets interpreted in all the wrong ways The kids all emulate it except that it's all fake They meet up with their friends in little groups they call gangs And mumble rhymes about their drugs and call it "rap", it's all lame They saw the path and they made it a trophy But they're all acting, they're fake and they're phony They've got no passion but drinking and smoking That's why they keep missing the mark, they're nowhere near it remotely This shit's ridiculous I know I'm not the only one who's hearing this What happened to the days when rappers had to be meticulous The standard that we set for rappers seems to be diminishing And Imma raise the bar, just gotta do my due dilligence I guess in a sea of morons I've gotta be conspicuous The anger that it brings me has me almost turning villainous I'm sick of all their mollys and their xannies and their percocets It's almost like they pride themselves on wrecklessness and ignorance And that's true, ain't no telling what they'll do For fifteen fucking minutes or a couple hundred views Yeah that's true, I don't know how that shit's cool Maybe I'm too old and all they shit is just too new To me it's funny how y'all hype up some wack shit Get big off shock value, y'all just riding reactions Since it did numbers they all call it a classic But Imma be real, most shit is way below average To put it all together you ain't gotta be smart If you make someone a leader of a genre of art Who doesn't really have it's better interests in heart You cannot act surprised when things start falling apart I said to put it all together you ain't gotta be smart But if you make someone a leader of a genre of art Who doesn't really have it's better interests in heart You cannot act surprised when things start falling apart

He just wants to be cool He never really cared about school Never learned to play by the rules He just wants to be cool Even if it's acting a fool You never really know what he'll do He just wants to be cool It don't matter, nothing that he won't do Nothing that he won't do He just wants to be cool It don't matter, nothing that he won't do He just wants to be cool It started back when little homie was a second grader All the kids thought he was cool cuz he would sketch on paper He would act the class clown like it was second nature He didn't care that he'd get lectured later Nope That didn't change, he always acted a dope Getting referrals from all his teachers, parents lost all their hope But on the playground he was steady cracking some jokes On the blacktop blowing some smoke-like grown folks Then on through high school he did whatever he wanted to Skipping first period, lunch, and even summer school Didn't even show up for a month or two Til he dropped out, I guess he had some better stuff to do Now all the homies headed to the university Got him tripping out like "what's up with the third degree? Day ones, now y'all act like you ain't heard of me?" The only place to call him back for work was Burger King He just wants to be cool He never really cared about school Never learned to play by the rules He just wants to be cool Even if it's acting a fool You never really know what he'll do He just wants to be cool It don't matter, nothing that he won't do Nothing that he won't do He just wants to be cool It don't matter, nothing that he won't do He just wants to be cool Now our homie has to figure it out Blew all his cash on weed so Pops is kicking him out His coworker said she lives in a house Maybe she will let him sleep on the couch Thing is though that she's got two kids And enough of her own problems now to go through his But as long as he keeps coming through with rent He has a place that he can lay his head God bless Of course for homie that was never enough He wanted to be cool, he started selling some drugs She told him not to bring that shit to her pad She's had enough dealing with felons and thugs But you know homie and he had to be a rebel She had to kick him out after she caught him packing metal He went out on the run with too many scores unsettled Until the day one found him, now he's dancing with the devil He just wants to be cool He never really cared about school Never learned to play by the rules He just wants to be cool Even if it's acting a fool You never really know what he'll do He just wants to be cool It don't matter, nothing that he won't do Nothing that he won't do He just wants to be cool It don't matter, nothing that he won't do He just wants to be cool

I been getting no sleep Keep sweating through my sheets Too many people dying in the streets Cannot trust the police Say they about peace But I don't think they know what that is Man I ain't getting no sleep Keep sweating through my sheets Too many people dying in the streets So it's fuck the police Say they about peace I guess they've redefined what that is Man I don't get it In 2020 how are racists still living? Unless it's being taught to the children That's on the real Too many parents pouring hatred in their kids Telling them what they should think And how to feel, it's all fucked If you don't show em how to hate then it'd be all love But you perpetuate the problem and that's all dumb I wish that I could chase y'all back to where you crawled from When y'all die out it will be all done The scary part is there are people in power Who think of life as theirs, they do not see it as ours They hide behind their badge and shoot to kill like some cowards Then take a paid leave expecting thanks for the flowers? Nah man, I'm bout to bring em the noise Seen em smoke my homie's father back when we were just boys Now I'm a man and shit ain't changed and I am more than annoyed Cold blooded murderers Rest in peace to George Floyd I'm getting no sleep Keep sweating through my sheets Too many people dying in the streets Cannot trust the police Say they about peace But I don't think they know what that is Man I ain't getting no sleep Sweating through my sheets Too many people dying in the streets So it's fuck the police Say they about peace I guess they've redefined what that is Now wait a minute You mean to tell me you can go kick the door in Middle of the night while everybody is snoring Kill a woman in her home without even a warrant And expect us to believe that you are here to support us? HUH? I guess your bosses must've lost all their common sense "To serve and protect" really feels like the opposite To make it worse you cannot even acknowledge it Then you wonder why you don't have nobody's confidence I'm sick and tired of just living in silence We need a change, you cannot even deny it You speak of peace but then you greet us with violence We gathered peacefully, YOU made it a riot One step forward, two steps backwards Arrest our people, there'll be more when we gather We keep it pushing til we can't drive faster And you can find me with my people yelling "BLACK LIVES MATTER" I'm getting no sleep Sweating through my sheets Too many people dying in the streets Cannot trust the police Say they about peace But I don't think they know what that is Man I ain't getting no sleep Sweating through my sheets Too many people dying in the streets So it's fuck the police Say they about peace I guess they've redefined what that is