They'll Speak

[Intro] Cut the lights in the studio It's Raz, my mom calls me Solomon Simone It's 3 a.m. and these are what feelings sound like [Verse 1] How do we fly? Why do we lie? Where do us bad people go when we die? Heaven or hell? Is it a lie? Or should I just pray just incase they were right? I mean I've done a lot of shit Boxing in all of the shots and the cocks into crotches Just for the profit My girl getting raped and then I couldn't stop it To top it the plane crashed with me in the cockpit Luckily for them all my niggas jumped off it They watched as I went from a wisdom-filled prophet To something demonic You shouldn't get off to the feeling of profiting off another man's losses Tossing your conscious until it gets nauseous And blocking out all of the feelings of caution I wanted to stop but the pots and the block Just kept calling on top of the hoes that would walk And what did I look like rejecting the guap? A detective? A cop? My direction was lost I deflected a lot of the best people's hearts My method was crossed, reception was lost No connection to God A deception is a lot more believable Even though all of our guts can feel evil So we alone can know what to touch and to leave alone YAAaahh..... I can see the throne So much work that I need a clone Riding 'round town with my heater on Looking like that quiet kid that you leave alone I'm back with that shit that go hard No breaks, no kit kat These fake niggas really better get back Why you talk that shit I live, man I earned this shit, you can't steal that Like fake nigga, give me my real back If you ain't push them keys with your own fingers You can't feel that That shit that I did for my little man These streets need my shit, they feel that When you getting money you get handshakes But I got heart, I get real daps We still trap and then feel bad when I think about it So I don't think My auntie want that dope from me If she don't get it from me, she'll get her own cream You know me, I'm no priest How that bread gon' rise without no yeast? My toes was cold on that block But best believe a nigga never had no cold feet I kept hugging that block And that track still trying to hold me If hustling was a drug Then a young nigga would've been done OD'ed All the shoot outs I've been in-to If I was meant to leave, it would've been over for me I don't know if I know when to leave I'm playing this game real closely Making life decisions off of no sleep Round meth smoking niggas with no teeth Seen wet smoking niggas do the coldest things And starving niggas with gold teeth Bitch niggas kidnapping hoes for free Beautiful women that pose for me Then make my money when they post for me For these bloodsuckers, I need a rosary Can't tell all of my niggas my goals and dreams Or they'll do what they can so I don't succeed Fuck boy niggas that pose as P's Running back that track, had to go deep I, really went and bought my own cleats For that turf nigga, I'm so street Niggas been banging on that Internet shit Better hope that us niggas really don't meet Keep telling yourself how real you is Okay nigga, show me I had niggas that shoot niggas for me But wouldn't give me food when I was hungry Fuck you, fuck you Don't want to hunt you, so I'm-a duck you Crimes pre-meditated, kungfu Cause that's just what them monks do They might run through a whole bird But I ran through a whole zoo J's say ain't no d-boy as cold as you But they'll say anything for a stone or two But the niggas that I roll with know it's the truth They might hate hard, but they know I'm true Ask Jojo and Joseph too I was in those streets when they was in the stu Doing what studio niggas do Mixing shit up But I really don't give a fuck I just kept my mouth shut These older niggas think they know what's up Why? Cause a mad brother came to you and opened up? Having convos through my bitch, nigga That's what we call a bitch nigga Elders beefing with the kids in there That's why I left that Peace Center Enough of that I'm-a hustle packs And keep putting these bitches on the fucking track My heart, I don't know where the fuck it's at Traveling down a destructive path But that square shit, I can't fuck with that And I'd rather be a beast than a fucking rat But perceive what you want Believe what you want My teeth had a lock I learned people will speak if you don't Speak if you don't They'll speak if you don't But me, I'm a rolling stone Me I'm a rolling stone Perceive what you want, believe what you want My teeth had a lock I learned people will speak if you don't They'll speak if you don't They'll speak if you don't But me, I'm a rolling stone Me I'm a rolling stone [Outro] It's Raz It's still Black Umbrella YAAaahh.....