Die at the Top

[Verse: 1]
Thirty silver pieces on His temple
Tore it down in 3 days, built it back
My lil homie riding dirty in a rental
Me and my homies we got mud up on our hands
100,000 pardons and some coffins
It's the way that we speak
Keeping it G from the day to the week
If you're breaking me down
I'll build a better me
Burning as bleach, potent as bleach
Pope or the dope, who got the key?
Bible was Hebrew and then it was Greek
Me and my people brought it to the street
Devil ain't cheap he be charging a fee
Price on my head but salvation is free
Swallowing flour spitting out yeast
Breaking down bread so my people can eat
Flow overseas it's imported
I know that we cannot afford it
We hiding our hope in these buildings
They pay for their hope and then snort it
They sipping out cups and inhaling the smoke
Do you know what that can do to your soul?
Mourn for who mourn
Cry for who cry
Die in the truth living a lie
I know you came up different
You ain't really from this side
But life is just like calculus you gotta figure out Y
They pouring syrup up in soda
Riding deep up in the lack
That's a felony offense
You can't get a job with that
Some homies white some homies black
Mexico up to Alaska pray you endure forever
That's the only race that matters

[Chorus]
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, I'm good in my city
I'm good in these streets, I'm good in my sneakers
I'm good with my people
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, I'm good with that price
I'm good with that fight
I'm good with my wife
I'm good with my life
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, I'm good with that mud
I'm good with that blood, I'm good with that hate
I'm good with that love
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, so did Jesus
No clever punch line needed

[Verse: 2]
I'm really about all this actions
My brother is really packing
My people is really trapping
These bodies is really stacking
I wish I was rapping
Speaking the truth bury me in the booth
I'm ah kill it I pray that you feel it
I drill it like a dentist
The innocent turn into menaces
Lynching our lineage, women and children
Dealing is killing and ripping the ligaments
Enemies imminent, inner me is illegit
Spiritually centered and stemming from Genesis
Fresher then spearmint
Who not a lyricist?
But it don't really matter how fly I spit
Pelican Paul young word smith
Guillotine to this uncircumcised philistine
Tryna kill a king gone kill us how
Uncooked cow its so raw oh my God?
Its so hard, in the yard with my squuad
I ain't really never had enough
I ain't really never made the cut
I ain't really never had it easy
I ain't really never been squeamish
I'm in the dirt with my people bruh
It was just me and my brother
It was just me and my mother
It was just us in the house
We was just hand to the mouth
Nothing was in the account boy
It gets real real when them shouts ring out
At you like a IG tag
No filter on that, when the muzzle blast
First thing you see I pray it won't be your last

[Chorus]
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, I'm good in my city
I'm good in these streets, I'm good in my sneakers
I'm good with my people
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, I'm good with that price
I'm good with that fight
I'm good wit my wife
I'm good with my life
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, I'm good with that mud
I'm good with that blood, I'm good with that hate
I'm good with that love
I probably die at the top of this hill
But, so did Jesus
No clever punch line needed