Spiritual Level Of Gang Shit (feat. McKinley Dixon & lojii)

I've prepared myself for anyone in my life to leave And focused much too much on exit strategies for me I never said I'm brought a greater peace of mind from this technique But goddamn it, I'm locked in habit and I never expected to get free To get free Make it count, take your shot When you play the block, play it cool, don't make it hot You might have to flip a key, you might have break a lock Keep a tight circle, free my cousin out that box See, on my block, they don't hide it in they sock Empty vials Milly Rock all over that blacktop Where they quick to shoot they neighbor before they shoot at the cops Always spinnin' 'round the clock, never stop Where eviction notices be on the top lock So if I lose my roof, ain't talkin' bout no drop top My neighbors cookin' up they rent, but no, not in a Crockpot Got all the smoke, they love to turn the block into a hotbox Nonstop, police posted on the corner, steady lurkin' Like the corner boys won't go inside the corner store to serve ya Who want what? Who need what? Got it, go and place your order And you better keep a burner for extorters Uh, I been hangin' 'round here, uh, way too much Most of y'all Bruce Waynes lookin', uh, way Ku Klux Y'all don't know how to break outta here? Oh, well, shucks I guess relyin' on you niggas was my true crutch, sheesh Crucify a nigga, locked up to the beam Streetlights got a staple for every year that they have seen Me and my niggas use its power to carry out our schemes I guess that's why I'm used to suns warmth on me But the rays grew wings upon my back And I look to the ground, my peoples feathers ain't intact From sticky situations to blickies up on vacation Either way, the hand is hot and I don't keep my peoples waiting My niggas know Marxism more than Karl's corpse 'Cause the language that they use came directly from the source So for now, we extend our hand, shadow on its course Grippin' everything the light touch, directly from the porch I pray you never get a glimpse of my stance You better head for the hills when I do my lil' dance, cuz I thought this rappin' would calm the insanity Instead extend your hand with this power, causes calamity Fuck I became vigilant through hypersensitivity Something as small as a sigh can become a tell to me While relearning to trust my mind I recognized I still knew sincerity Through the people who simply never sent me Down the line of its questioning My man Don in OKC Once spoke to my relationships through my mentality He said, "The problem with Black nationalism Is that everything is a conspiracy" Yeah Yeah Yeah It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit And y'all don't know the niggas I hang with It's a spiritual level of gang shit