Raise Your Weapon

[Intro: Malcolm X]
No I don't worry. I tell ya I am a man who believed that I died twenty years ago
And I live like a man who was dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything

[Verse 1: Doley Bernays]
Okay I'm starting I hope you love me baby
I hope by now you could understand why I'm fucking crazy
A nigga don't learn, a nigga won't grow
And take the wrong turn then a nigga won't know
That a nigga don't earn and then go broke
That's my city, no pity, no joke
The feds wanna know if you really got coke
Sellin' blue dreams when you really got smoke
Sour to a fiend do he really got dope in
Momma hoping that, that nigga change
Girlfriend love me but she know I got game
Can't let go without going insane
Fight, love her too but I'm doing my thing
And the drugs and the money might've ruin my brain
Flow kinda funny so to grow up my fame
Bars too hot blue in that fan
Pro tools pro, true to my name
Still big B's, Blood that gang
Momma I'ma be a rapper
She say "just don't rush that shit"
Grandma I love money
She say "just don't trust that bitch"
I love my bitch, I hate my ho
Love my bars they rate my flow
They talk my cash and debate my dough
You from my hood, I relate I know
But escape I will, so away I go

[Hook]
And it's over, over
Raise your weapon, high (6x)
Raise your weapon
And it's over
How does it feel now

[Verse 2: Denzil Porter]
Check it, look, now
Keeping it out to the daytime lessin'
'Til I have a kid, I'm a raise my weapon
Raise my pen to the pad, I could raise my blessin'
And erase my stressin' while I make my exit
But I ain't going no time soon
I already told y'all a nigga don't quit
Already dead is they way that I live
So y'all already know I ain't afraid of no shit
I ain't no Blood and I ain't no Crip, but I ain't no pussy
Nigga I ride for my shit and I die for my hood
And my niggas they know, loyalty is in my blood and it flows
Even from stories we hear from the folks
Robin Hood robbing hoods cause his niggas was broke
But happy to be where I be
Strong to survive and I know how to eat
Asking me why I bring grateful for street
Cause tough niggas run, I made times of peace
Up in the [?] like we reaching our peak
Pushing our white like we brushing our teeth
[?] a leaf while we rolling our weed
So when we inhale the stress'll release
Seen a dude get sad with his own life
Another dude got stripped, not the pole type
Another dude called a "low-life" for his whole life
Took a shot of Henny and then took his own life
Pow, one to the face
Too deep in the trap he wants to escape

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Doley Bernays]
I'm not a star but I'm almost famous
Catch me twistin' up my fingers
With a hot bitch and a couple cold gangsters
When them flows deep as them anchors
Accountants counting like bankers
Them blocks warring, no tankers
You'll get laid flat like these plankers
I go way back, I mean deep back
I mean OG with these G-Packs
Took homie chain like I need that
And I pawned that for like three stacks
I'm the boy from the bottom when the shit move slow
Good die young so the kids don't grow
But the hood I'm from, the clique I know
Told me get money, get rich, I know
Spit pyro, that flame shit
But bitch I'm almost famous
And I've been watching Gangland
My bros be on that same shit
"I see" I said, "who I be" I said
"Got the whole rap game under me" I said
"Mo' money, mo' problems" like B.I. said
But "they still don't know me" like T.I. said
Like Martin Luther I dream
Like Malcolm X I'm gon' fight
I'm Huey P. to my team
I'm Langston Hughes when I write
Seem I'm trippy off of that bean
That kush all in my sight
And I double cup on the lean
I got pink Friday all in my Sprite