Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga [Verse 1] I'mma kill my landlord so I got a heater Specifcally, a nigga got a nine millimeter If he dont believe in God, I'mma make him a believer He won't have no choice 'cause he really 'bout to meet him So, yup, six weeks ago, I'm gettin' evicted Begged my landlord to help a nigga, said he couldn't risk it In the streets, been out here for weeks Shittin' where I sleep, ain't got shit to eat Bro, this homeless shit is [peak?] Rewind two months ago, I just lost my job Was livin' check to check, but check to check is gettin' robbеd Home of the free, land of the undеrpaid Basically, had a closet off of minimum wage Now I don't even have that, but I know where he's at I'm shootin' him, probably his family, and maybe the cat Last year, shorty, she left the state with my son This is America, so I spent my last on a gun [Interlude 1] Yo, shoutout to sex workers, trans lives matter, house the unhoused, Black power. I don't give a fuck who just became a billionaire, I don't give a fuck if they Black. You better off tellin' me who just [?] or who's into stepsister porn, I don't give a fuck, nigga! [Verse 2] So, there's this dude and his name is Jim, he just tryna live Alcohol, schizophrenic, said he lost his wife and kid He's in pain, so, like Kurt Cobain, he lives under a bridge Told Jim they threw my shit out, even the food and the fridge My TV was right next to a mayonnaise lid Jim wants to kill my landlord too, he's so thin, I see his ribs See, Jim was in the army, so he used to be a slave Black leather jacket, gear 'round, niggas call him Blade So, we gon' make it do what it do Now, keep in mind, what he says, I don't know how much is true Special forces, he saw too many corpses, different origins Sometimes he's from D.C., and sometimes he's from New Orleans So, he's 'bout it, I don't doubt it Even with the voices in his head that keep his mind crowded Don't know what he's seen, I just know my nigga's scarred And I see myself in him when I hear him question God [Interlude 2] No more GoFundMes for your wack ass albums, tell the [?] to kick a door in. Male modeling is not a real profession, that's what Zoolander was about. Everybody sucked dick! Nigga [Verse 3] So, one week later, we ready, I finally got the nerve No money for a bus, me and Jim walked to the 'burbs I'm fucking tired, hit the house, break the lock, Jim wired Landlord lookin' at us, Jim start shootin' fire Landlord's runnin' for the stairs, like homeless me, he's scared But I had no idea that his kids would really be here I don't want no cops, I'm thinking run out the door His daughter's preschool age, can't be more than, like, four I'm panickin', stiff as a mannequin Jim's goin' commando, he think he in Iraq again They runnin', Jim shootin', I'm screamin', "Yo, stay calm!" Next thing you know, the cops is here, we must've tripped an alarm [?] a liquor shot, I'm tryna shield up the tot The pigs started shootin' reckless 'cause cops is gonna be cops I'm hit, losin' consciousness, Jim's still alive But the landlord's dead 'cause cops is fuckin' incompetent [Outro] Um, [?] Fuck niggas that pose next to cars!