UCR

[Intro]
Fight, fights
Trouble, trouble in the streets
Fight, fights

[Verse 1]
Why I got ‘em stressing?
Mama showed me, walk the earth and still blessing
Why I walk on any turf and get respect
You the type to be coughing up your necklace
Scrambled thoughts that I struggle to collect
Never knew until you told me I was precious
Long travel give me time to reflect
Talking to my genie ‘bout a death wish
Got comfy with feeling the neglect
See nothing when I look into your message
Bump me until I run into the check
The first thing I’ma spend it on is essence
I could hardly finish up my sentence
It’s hard moving forward with regret
Papa told me keep an eye on who you let in
Don’t be riding with some Gs you gotta question

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, can’t hold me back
You can’t hold me back

[Verse 2]
I’m sweet as the lye on your tongue
And the streets is climbing above, you weak, your mind in a dump
You see, whining really can’t compare to the love
I ain’t sharing my bud with niggas who clearly is slugs already
You barely a pop, confetti, scariest times we sharing
Hearing your conversation, various compilations
Inferior observations, hate when no contemplatin'
Aerial on the pavement, down like the burial my
Brothers, they got the nation, internet calm my patience
Sinners be lost and vacant, this energy ours for taking
Dark where the laws is breaking, part of my armor’s placed
The reason you are mistaken, watch when I get a bag
Shots in the cup ‘cause the opps didn't send us that
I see you in me, so it’s harder to mention that
The cards that you dealt was trash, but I promised to help you win
You was a helping hand
(A part of my helping, pass ‘em, bark in the zealous path)