For help by Erica Jacobson Lyrics
Straight from the heart, my nigga
The Future Boy
Shoutout to BubbaGotBeatz for blessing me with this one
Shoutout to the internet for killing this shit
[Verse]
I'm 'bout to explode
So close to losing hope
So close to transitioning back into selling dope
Closer to my last breath than the one I just took
This ain't just a rap, even though that's the way it may look
I need some support
Tired of sleeping on momma's couch
Everyday I think she that much closer to kicking me out
I work a job but it don't pay me that much 7.65 an hour
Put gas in my car and pay for my lunch
I been needing your help forever, so tell me what's up
Some gotta give even if you can't give me that much
I'm sitting here thinking about loading it up
And letting it bangarang inside of the corner store while I'm holding it up
My people asking me what's wrong but I don't tell them too much
'Cause deep down they been through my struggle but don't give a fuck
My face up to the sky asking my savior what's up
But my head drop 'cause my neck been hurting from holding it up
Don't smoke no more but a phone call away from rolling it up
But you don't care so I don't see why I just told you so much
Industry contacts keep promising to blow my shit up
They got the resources so I don't see what's holding them up
Yeah God blessed me with a gift I know my soul has been touched
But I feel like Job from the bible 'cause I suffer so much
Don't wanna die out in these streets I never claimed to be tough
But if war is what you want I'm sliding heavy fucking shit up
Bottled emotions I ain't with all of that opening up
He closed minded till one of them bullets opened him up
To see my body in the casket momma's soul'll be crushed and my daddy's too
So to avoid that I wrote this one for us
But when my time to shine come
I'mma be bold as that truck
On the highway that's switching lanes 'cause it's too big to be touched
[?] honking your little horn and your new car'll be crushed
Totaled, flipped over, engine smoking and stuff
Alabama prosecutors talking 'bout chaining me up
Rap been my passion but I've been thinking 'bout hanging it up
300 dollars to my name from this little show I just done
Voted top of the underdogs these other niggas is bums
If I'm the best you ever heard why you serving me crumbs
Hood fucked up seen a homie's momma serving her son
I pray and stay out the way I know a blessing gon' come
St. Louis wicked don't ever ask why I'm toting a gun
'Cause a pussy gon' shoot you down if he got access to one
Cut me down and I'm like the president an army gon' come
OG told my momma he was gon' look out for her son
'Cause in life it's 'bout where you goin' not where you from
Stay down and keep grinding we almost out of the slums
But people hate so their process gonna happen backwards or something
Fuck a streetlight I go in the house when I see the sun
Close encounters with def plenty so I don't ever run
Praying for help
Our generation getting played to the left
See I got enemies who plot on my health
Soon there won't be nothing left
What's coming next can't buy no time for yourself
The system set for you to die on the set
Don't want you flying no jets
I'm fighting hard for what I want to protect
Make good decisions bro look out for yourself
Can't do the same as the rest
The world is crying calling out for your help
You make some changes they gon' mark you for death
Dear God I pray for your help
Don't bother too many I stay to myself
Father is it selfish to pray for myself
My life has not been the best
Expose my powers because I need some help
And the pain is deep so I battle myself
I be attacking myself
People tell me I would be dead or in jail
Tried weed to solve it but that didn't help
But it was all just a test
Can't control it don't take it out on yourself
And the pain haunt me but I capture myself
'Cause I been praying for help
The Future Boy
Shoutout to BubbaGotBeatz for blessing me with this one
Shoutout to the internet for killing this shit
[Verse]
I'm 'bout to explode
So close to losing hope
So close to transitioning back into selling dope
Closer to my last breath than the one I just took
This ain't just a rap, even though that's the way it may look
I need some support
Tired of sleeping on momma's couch
Everyday I think she that much closer to kicking me out
I work a job but it don't pay me that much 7.65 an hour
Put gas in my car and pay for my lunch
I been needing your help forever, so tell me what's up
Some gotta give even if you can't give me that much
I'm sitting here thinking about loading it up
And letting it bangarang inside of the corner store while I'm holding it up
My people asking me what's wrong but I don't tell them too much
'Cause deep down they been through my struggle but don't give a fuck
My face up to the sky asking my savior what's up
But my head drop 'cause my neck been hurting from holding it up
Don't smoke no more but a phone call away from rolling it up
But you don't care so I don't see why I just told you so much
Industry contacts keep promising to blow my shit up
They got the resources so I don't see what's holding them up
Yeah God blessed me with a gift I know my soul has been touched
But I feel like Job from the bible 'cause I suffer so much
Don't wanna die out in these streets I never claimed to be tough
But if war is what you want I'm sliding heavy fucking shit up
Bottled emotions I ain't with all of that opening up
He closed minded till one of them bullets opened him up
To see my body in the casket momma's soul'll be crushed and my daddy's too
So to avoid that I wrote this one for us
But when my time to shine come
I'mma be bold as that truck
On the highway that's switching lanes 'cause it's too big to be touched
[?] honking your little horn and your new car'll be crushed
Totaled, flipped over, engine smoking and stuff
Alabama prosecutors talking 'bout chaining me up
Rap been my passion but I've been thinking 'bout hanging it up
300 dollars to my name from this little show I just done
Voted top of the underdogs these other niggas is bums
If I'm the best you ever heard why you serving me crumbs
Hood fucked up seen a homie's momma serving her son
I pray and stay out the way I know a blessing gon' come
St. Louis wicked don't ever ask why I'm toting a gun
'Cause a pussy gon' shoot you down if he got access to one
Cut me down and I'm like the president an army gon' come
OG told my momma he was gon' look out for her son
'Cause in life it's 'bout where you goin' not where you from
Stay down and keep grinding we almost out of the slums
But people hate so their process gonna happen backwards or something
Fuck a streetlight I go in the house when I see the sun
Close encounters with def plenty so I don't ever run
Praying for help
Our generation getting played to the left
See I got enemies who plot on my health
Soon there won't be nothing left
What's coming next can't buy no time for yourself
The system set for you to die on the set
Don't want you flying no jets
I'm fighting hard for what I want to protect
Make good decisions bro look out for yourself
Can't do the same as the rest
The world is crying calling out for your help
You make some changes they gon' mark you for death
Dear God I pray for your help
Don't bother too many I stay to myself
Father is it selfish to pray for myself
My life has not been the best
Expose my powers because I need some help
And the pain is deep so I battle myself
I be attacking myself
People tell me I would be dead or in jail
Tried weed to solve it but that didn't help
But it was all just a test
Can't control it don't take it out on yourself
And the pain haunt me but I capture myself
'Cause I been praying for help