[Verse 1]
We yellin' "9-1-1", the paramedics ensue
So in this game of fake news, nigga, we know what's the truth
Can't be misled by false prophets out here singin' the blues
No Billie Holidays, just modern-day meteoric moves
Stuck in the groove, you choose, cruise, eventually lose
Your point in shambles from the gambles
What the fuck can you do?
Bumps and bruise's hard to handle when you built like you
This simple shit got niggas shook
Got them lost and aloof
You could have been better
You could have been humble
You could have been smarter
You could have been quicker, ya bastard
Couple of screws loose, they fell out of your picnic basket
Tell me what you do to hide the pain, I know that you mask it
Nigga would you move the way you do if you knew the truth?
[Chorus]
I pray to my God
Can we survive?
What will we do when the tides rise?
How can we prosper?
How can you see through them blind eyes?
CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies
History repeats, these feelings like the end times
Niggas die, shot down on the front lines
The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now
Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine
Pray I didn't miss the deadline
We yellin' "9-1-1", the paramedics ensue
So in this game of fake news, nigga, we know what's the truth
Can't be misled by false prophets out here singin' the blues
No Billie Holidays, just modern-day meteoric moves
Stuck in the groove, you choose, cruise, eventually lose
Your point in shambles from the gambles
What the fuck can you do?
Bumps and bruise's hard to handle when you built like you
This simple shit got niggas shook
Got them lost and aloof
You could have been better
You could have been humble
You could have been smarter
You could have been quicker, ya bastard
Couple of screws loose, they fell out of your picnic basket
Tell me what you do to hide the pain, I know that you mask it
Nigga would you move the way you do if you knew the truth?
[Chorus]
I pray to my God
Can we survive?
What will we do when the tides rise?
How can we prosper?
How can you see through them blind eyes?
CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies
History repeats, these feelings like the end times
Niggas die, shot down on the front lines
The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now
Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine
Pray I didn't miss the deadline
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