Premonition - Lute, EarthGang, Cam O'Bi

I got a friend who little brother infatuated with guns

I tell him «Watch yourself, with that you know what comes»

Two shots to the lungs 'cause some young nigga thought you had it coming

And I know you not the type for running

AK sound off like the band drumming

Quick to check a nigga if he sayin' something under his breath

Two shells is left, everyday niggas dance with death

I got a tone that make you one-two step

You see, life’s too short to be so reckless

Which one?

Your life or that gold necklace

'Cause niggas soul checkin' and all my life I been so patient

They say, «Life is what you make it», so it’s all for the taking

Seen a family get evicted, had me reminiscing

Yet I’m bitching about life, I should be happy I’m alive

But shit, we tired of flipping fries, niggas trapping on the side

Don’t need no blue check, bye, to be verified

I’m so solidified, they don’t question my qualifications

Young legend in the making, I’m tryna' be patient

But no time to be waiting, I’m just feeding my baby

Unemployed, no diploma, what nigga, this crazy

Gotta be another way, aye

Gotta be another way, aye

Gotta be another way, aye

Gotta be another way

All around, she gon' hold me down

Long as I can make her make sounds like coyote howls

When I’m in the center, outer limits, nonexistent

Is you riding?

Is you with it?

Ain’t too hard to figure out, ain’t too hard to live for now

Is you artificial or your art official?

Only clean my messes with official tissue

I’m a picky nigga, picking up on signals

Crystal clear, I get the picture pissing off whoever watching

Watch the minutes and the seconds keep on ticking

Got a cousin in Kuwait

He can’t wait to see his daughter, when he left she wasn’t talking

Heard her sing the other day

Got a cousin in Kuwait

He can’t wait to see his daughter, when he left she wasn’t talking

Heard her sing the other day

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Craters on my thumbs from the lighters I spun

I just stop by today to work on my lil cash flow

Spit oil spills in they lanes, I’m more revealings than sayings

«I'm fucking wheeling,» is the phrase that pays, my nigga

The free money kitty, I get it all day, my daily

They heard of my city, can’t tell me 'bout labor, walies

The freakiest babies with labias, only debating

Microwave pregnancies, we’ve no sense in time waiting

Attention span or whatever get my dick rocked

Not to mention my nigga just got slammed after fifth block

So we gon' have to handle all of that when all of the tick stops

And the bell rings, no hiding at the neighborhood pit stop

Shit, I’m on my own, so if I make it home

Know I ain’t have to use my chromes, I ain’t have one to own

Let alone two to rub together, just a few to throw

So when Judus ran up on me, gave him two boots to the throat

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way

Gotta be another way