Can’t Feat. Triple T

Verse 1

Laying low in the cut

Streetlights bleeding through the blinds

Paranoid since the morning

Every engine sound got me re-defined

I know my number's coming up

Seen the signs in my own reflection

Last night I dreamt my own grave

And woke up clutching for protection

Verse 2

They put the word out on me

Niggas I called brothers turned they back

Can't trust the hand that feeds you

When that same hand might stab you in the back

I read the scripture every evening

Blood fill the room with dread

Funeral bells chiming in my cranium

Telling me I'm already dead

Verse 3

Mama told me watch my back

Said these streets don't love nobody

When you shine too bright they dim you quick

Mothafuckas smile then act shifty

I wrote these verses just in case

So my words live past my ending

My brother crying in the corner

While my “friend” keeps pretending

Verse 4

Enemies whining like a warning siren

My homie erased

I walk the block with eyes wide open

Every corner got a watcher

Can't sleep can't rest can't nothing

Paranoia get my stomach hotching

Verse 5

They say Makaveli know his fate

Seven days for sure he's counting

I feel the cold breath on my neck

Death creeping closer than I'm mounting

My mama's face flash through my mind

My daughter's laugh across the distance

I pray to God I see them once more

But part of me know there's no resistance

Verse 6

The bell done tolled three times tonight

Church bells ringing in my head

Electronic hums behind my thoughts

Like motors running in my bed

I'm sinnin' 'cause I gotta survive

A good man in a wicked game

They'll write my name up on a wall

And talk about me after I'm gone in shame

Verse 7

Fuck these niggas and they plots

Fuck this life and all its games

I'm tired running from the reaper

Mothafucking bullet got my name

Bitch I ain't scared but I'm alert

Every stranger got a blade

Every hug could be a setup

Every friendship's a charade

Verse 8

Sixteen rounds in this nine

Feeling heavier than my chest

I count the hours till the sunrise

Wonder if I get the next

Strings swell up behind my back

Like angels tuning for my fall

But I been ready for this ending

I faced death and I stood tall

Verse 9

My last verse for my peoples

Tell my babies that I loved em

Tell my pops I finally made it out the projects

Even though the dirt above him

Got a flute note playing slow for me

A violin bowing goodbye

One last breath into the mic

Before I close my weary eyes

Verse 10

They'll spin my record after I'm gone

Niggas bumping in they ride

Sleeping on my legacy now

But gon' wake up when I die

Just a hustler from the bottom

Who made art out of his pain

If you hear this when I'm gone

Remember I survived the rain