Lyrics
(Ah)
Yeah, yeah, look
Iâm tired of drive-bys and niggas with no drive
Thatâs down to ride and ridinâ, bringinâ down my environment
Canât walk to the store to buy vitamins
Without my iron in the fresh shirt thatâs ironed
âCause if Iâm dyinâ, then Iâm flyinâ into heaven
And pressinâ if it ainât my time yet
At least wanna look good in my hood
The same colors that the signs is
The ones that leave your sister cryinâ with
Your mother, uncâ, pops and brother
See, when I leave the house, I make I sure tell âem I love ya
Remember I was nine or ten, I wouldnât even say that I liked âem
âCause my parents would say theyâd love one and other
Then fight again, confused
Eight year old me with a knife in hand
Her throat in his, she ainât innocent either
Lifeâll teach you, you should never try to fight a man
Where do I begin and tell you why Iâm gettinâ high again?
Why Iâm ****inâ cryinâ again?
Yeah, Iâm thinkinâ about killinâ them both to stop the violence, man
****
I look good, but Iâm not okay
When you livinâ in a hood where them shots gonâ spray
Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you itâs not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)
Cops, guns drawn, front lawn
Pointed at my pops and mom, whatâs goinâ on?
I know gang shit, violent domestic calls
Neighbors done heard it all
Late night in my room sad, wipinâ tears on my durag
Cops askinâ âWhich of the two had who hands on who first?â
âOfficer, I have no idea
This flu hurt, I been sleep this whole time, thatâs why Iâm cryin'â
They know that Iâm lyinâ, âcause they already donât care
And feel like I been wastinâ they time
So they leave my bedroom, convict my mom for the crop
I know she felt betrayed, it was all in her eyes
My father had scars, but she thought that I chose no sides
But matter fact, I chose both side, âcause I chose none
But trust me, I done seen everything that yâall both done
But out of all that I seen whether nightmare or dream
The one that hurt most, was your son
****
I look good, but Iâm not okay
When you livinâ in a hood where them shots gonâ spray
Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you itâs not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah, look
Iâm tired of drive-bys and niggas with no drive
Thatâs down to ride and ridinâ, bringinâ down my environment
Canât walk to the store to buy vitamins
Without my iron in the fresh shirt thatâs ironed
âCause if Iâm dyinâ, then Iâm flyinâ into heaven
And pressinâ if it ainât my time yet
At least wanna look good in my hood
The same colors that the signs is
The ones that leave your sister cryinâ with
Your mother, uncâ, pops and brother
See, when I leave the house, I make I sure tell âem I love ya
Remember I was nine or ten, I wouldnât even say that I liked âem
âCause my parents would say theyâd love one and other
Then fight again, confused
Eight year old me with a knife in hand
Her throat in his, she ainât innocent either
Lifeâll teach you, you should never try to fight a man
Where do I begin and tell you why Iâm gettinâ high again?
Why Iâm ****inâ cryinâ again?
Yeah, Iâm thinkinâ about killinâ them both to stop the violence, man
****
I look good, but Iâm not okay
When you livinâ in a hood where them shots gonâ spray
Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you itâs not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)
Cops, guns drawn, front lawn
Pointed at my pops and mom, whatâs goinâ on?
I know gang shit, violent domestic calls
Neighbors done heard it all
Late night in my room sad, wipinâ tears on my durag
Cops askinâ âWhich of the two had who hands on who first?â
âOfficer, I have no idea
This flu hurt, I been sleep this whole time, thatâs why Iâm cryin'â
They know that Iâm lyinâ, âcause they already donât care
And feel like I been wastinâ they time
So they leave my bedroom, convict my mom for the crop
I know she felt betrayed, it was all in her eyes
My father had scars, but she thought that I chose no sides
But matter fact, I chose both side, âcause I chose none
But trust me, I done seen everything that yâall both done
But out of all that I seen whether nightmare or dream
The one that hurt most, was your son
****
I look good, but Iâm not okay
When you livinâ in a hood where them shots gonâ spray
Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you itâs not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)