Exit 58

[Verse]
I got Glocks and straps, let's take it right back to my pops
Sold some rock, had to flip those packs to go to sleep at night
I hate the heat and strife
All this time I craved a peaceful life
I left the heat, but strife still embedded in my evil eye
I don't know, but I ain't focused on my future
I was stupid, feeling useless
Now I hop back on this scooter
Moving forward, feeling useless
I ain't focused on my future
It ain't matter, chop and screw it
You can slow it down
All that matters is you hold it down with no around
Bitch, I hold the crown
Come and try to take it
Came from mugging dirty lace
Quid pro quo, judge help my brother with his older cases
Motherfuck a racist
Mother-motherfuck a racist
My brother gunned down right around the corner when the sun down
Homie shot himself inside his face, like what the fuck now?
Why is you all dying, man?
Looking down from heaven, can't you see that I been crying, man?
See you guys's faces in my dreams like you the boogeyman
Remember flipping packs and playing hooky, man?
I need to hold your fucking hand

[Outro]
Exit 58
Goddamn, holy shit
It's been a minute, man
I done seen my friends go down so many paths
Some great, some not so great, some terrible, some fatal, but shit
Man, when you pack the blunt and sip this drink
Maybe pop this pill
And then that- that feeling of defeat, that feeling of being hated, all that shit just goes away, trust me
(You know you can trust me)