These Days

[Verse 1: C. Ray] Yeah, here I carry if necessary, by any means I mean that you fairies are getting buried Such a silly scene, but if you see what I see it's scary, when the winning team is nothing but heathens and secretaries Who breathing barely, step in the ring or weave and I parry, uppercut your spleen fuck up your D and drinking your dairy Not enough it seems, come at my ship I'm sinking your ferry, y'all bitches itching to bark and then flee the scene cause he's scary And I'm repping that evergreen, every breath in me made for the weather, think you got better then share the recipe, homie I be up in the nest with people who blessed as me, and they all shoot for the neck my nigga forget the breeze It's fun to watch em go for broke and go to jail, just to get these hoes who in their videos for show-and-tail But if they sell you what they really on they won't prevail, fin the ones who claim to be the freshest when they going stale And I see deception every direction, that septic trying to threaten my liberties and my blessings Possessing wretched thoughts but project the cause of a reverend, accepted by the masses and passing public inspection It's like y'all asking to come in second, they try to see the staff and go take a bath in Excedrin It's suicidal to do what I do Ryu and Ken shit, Hadouken if I'm shooting and watch em move to the trenches That's senseless, violence high as shit when I'm vying at your lioness, out of control no one is surviving this cause I done been Grown to betray the place that the knife was in, I swiped it then got faded and contemplated a life of sin But wait [Hook: C. Ray] These days, you gotta be strapped, I'm already knowing ain't nobody got my back These days, you gotta be cold, who said it was easy keeping my soul? X2 [Verse 2: C. Ray] Since everybody trying to be hot, I'll be that frigid air, here to beat you niggas like that kicking snare Going against me chances lower than a midget prayer, cease with the lies swallow your pride and just admit you scared We on the rise like an erection, harboring hiding this aggression, but as I'm writing this I'm plotting the urge to purge a murder weapon In my reach at all times, [stand on my guard thinking I'm armed?] and then I'ma delete ya offline [Leaving the call to weather my father?] cause fuck your feelings no this is not the beginning of shit to stop Unsolved murders for Big and Pac, the plot thickens to kill hop hop, we all villains that need to stop Keep shooting, don't give em peace, cop killers and killer cops, god willing, when will it cease? Now listen this is no place, try to fix a problem from the bottom at a slow pace The money politics and the misdirection keep your sauce laced, and in the land of free and brave deception goes a long way But fuck the system I won't miss em, where's my pistol?, if I can't kill em all I kill myself I win no issues Just as I pulled that hammer back and pressed against my temple, I got a message from my son - "I love you dad, I miss you" [Hook: C. Ray] These days, you gotta be strapped, I'm already knowing ain't nobody got my back These days, you gotta be cold, who said it was easy keeping my soul? X2