AfterLife

[Verse 1] They don't love us Don't love one another Still rattles and snakes And still battling fate Call the doctor Streets became an opera Do not cross the stage Pain sings from far away Gotta bang, gotta bang Gotta skeet skeet skeet Gotta slang, gotta slang Gotta eat eat eat Gotta aim, gotta aim Gotta pop pop pop Got em laying, got em laying In the streets streets streets Gotta leave leave leave cause they coming for me Bust one bust two-three then conceive Only in MJ we could believe Cause my daddy just wasn't there for me Pills and pistols popping Popping bottles for my niggas I got different types of bitches Broken but I got all these fixes damn Nigga went to college Now they looking at me different Don't know why I'm still a nigga In this world of superstition [Chorus] Maybe in another life Everything will come to the light [Outro] And this one for my niggas and my bitches Hope they with me Looking at our history Hoping we restore the feeling Oh I hope we learn to love before we die If not just let me light it for the afterlife