Cloak & Dagger

[Intro]
Passport Rav (Yeah)
Uh (And what it...? Pass)

[Chorus]
I hear the evils in my head (I hear it)
"Be a demon for that bread" (Uh)
What you read cannot contest with what I've seen
It's outdated
Sometimes I wonder how I made it
Sometimes I wonder how I made it
Uh, I hear the evils in my head (I hear it)
"Be a demon for that bread" (Uh)
What you read cannot contest with what I've seen
It's outdated (Uh)
Sometimes I wonder how I made it (Sometimes)
Sometimes I wonder (How I madе it)
Uh

[Verse 1]
High-speed chase in a car with a couple loafs
Then startеd lookin' for chicks that wanted to fuck and smoke
It's typical, you watch the words, or the cost for it
Dagger in your boy, stirrin' 'em just for talkin' shit, so pardon self
I seen some dark nights and cloudy days
And walked the path, them souls bubbled up with a [?] of rage
No politicians savin' us, my nigga, save yourself
Our consequences is bigger, you either heard or felt
No second chances, lickle yutes with the hammers
No plans for doin' constructions, they paintin' canvases
Blood ritual, mad cities with good kids
And the thugs hit you up, even the suburbs on some hood shit
You either eatin' or you starve, reapin' what you sow
And I seen my brother in that coffin
Never been the same ever since
Huh (And what it sound like? Pass)

[Chorus]
I hear the evils in my head (I hear it)
"Be a demon for that bread" (Uh)
What you read cannot contest with what I've seen
It's outdated
Sometimes I wonder how I made it
Sometimes I wonder how I made it
Uh, I hear the evils in my head (I hear it)
"Be a demon for that bread" (Uh)
What you read cannot contest with what I've seen
It's outdated (Uh)
Sometimes I wonder how I made it (Sometimes)
Sometimes I wonder (How I made it)
Uh

[Verse 2]
Same lil' town as 2Pac's Outlawz
And girls wouldn't fuck you unless you was down for her
That triple up in profit, pickin' up that rocket
Switchin' out that pocket, earn your respect
Hot or cold, they tryna break down thirty [?]
'Til it's gone, we doin' flips in them dirty piles of snow
'Til it's warm again, blocks heatin' up like a steel pan
Mercenary train, already dead, but you still standin'
They do they best friends filthy for vagina
And then come back and ask, "Can we put it all behind us?"
Forgive you, but my memory is on a arrowtip
Niggas say they have your back and end up with your marrow split
Huh, like [?] you're [?]
Never trust a cop in my life, they all savages
System got 'em on some gangbanger shit
Don't matter if your mother's mom's cryin'
Get your grandmamma hit
We all suffer from depression and that post-traumatic
It doesn't matter if you stackin'
On some cloak and dagger shit

[Chorus]
I hear the evils in my head (I hear it)
"Be a demon for that bread" (Uh)
What you read cannot contest with what I've seen
It's outdated
Sometimes I wonder how I made it
Sometimes I wonder how I made it
Uh