Blind Threats - ScHoolboy Q, Raekwon

Right, uh, same shit every day, homie

Lord, please forgive me for all my sins

Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit every day, homie

Walk through the valley of the shadow of death, no rules, right

Washing my sins off in hell’s water

Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em

Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?

But if God won’t help me, this gun will

I swear I’m gon' find my way

Uh, four corners

Cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch

High on on some drug, I’m Space Cadet

Dreaming I don’t live up on the block no more

Trapping, trying to make it out this obstacle

Life on the edge, hell a block away

Pretty Snow White turned eight today

Selling that base, no Dr. Dre

Uh, guess who in the building?

Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim

Uh, kneeling down with some questions to address like

Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best?

The Ten Commandments, I can mark five checks

But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats

Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex

Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet

Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests

From the cop raid, all can relate from the streets

To the wall from niggas to compadres

When the sun go down, I’m predicting a heatwave

Forecast your whole body, heat on, room full of homi’s

I just pray that the Lord got me

But if God don’t help me, this gun will

I swear I’m gon' find my way

Mic check, mic check, mic check

La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low

La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low

But if God won’t help me, this gun will

I swear I’m gon' find my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance

Kill mine, kill yours, make it even

Soul need saving, Mr. Preacher

I know I only come around when it’s Easter

Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time

When I’m in jail or when my card declined

Uh, will you answer me?

Take me out of hell and make plans for me?

Misery loves company, ain’t a surprise

It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive

But we would never make it out alive

Shit, we living to die—oxymoron

Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive

Running through the alley, hope the bullet don’t collide

Car window shattered, glass on my right side

Dogs bark in the backyard, rootin' for me

Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40

Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody

Same jacket on from back in the day

Praying that the Lord come and take me away

But if God won’t help me, this gun will

I swear I’m gon' find my way

Mic check, mic check, mic check

La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low

La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low (Yeah, yeah, nigga, la)

But if God won’t help me, this gun will

I swear I’m gon' find my way

Yeah, ScHoolboy, what up, nigga?

Let’s take these niggas down

Ayo, tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry and stinking

Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin

Caught me in the airport dusted that I was thinking

On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances

Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you

It’s no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol

'Cause I’m a suitcase king

Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin

New Beige Bent, we stay winning, play it again, yo

Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again

Round nightfall under the tents, coming to rinse

Get out the way or let the shotty dispense

Revenge killers who make the events iller

This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz

The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth

You know the whoopty-whoop, solo or group, I kill niggas