2X Pills - Isaiah Rashad

Two pills and a Mac-11, red, blue, you choose

Tryna spit a few flows to get my money up

Look I’m 20 years old and I ain’t done enough

And 'til the sun set, roll another blunt for my real nigga Kembe

I’m not only the leader but I follow the village

I swear them niggas is killing it in Chicago

Now put the gun down, waiting to put the world on 'em

I get tired of the problems and depression

The bitches and the bitching, come and get your girl, homie

Shallow dreams and broken hearts, Black Benz’s

They’re tryna make, material wishes and spiritual blisses

They stay focused on inferior pictures, you got your mothafuckin' hands out

I hid so, so far away, so far away

But I still, I still hear the gun sounds

Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang

Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang

Two kills from a Mac-11, red and blue, you lose

A nigga need bail so get your money out

I’m twenty years old and I ain’t done enough

Lord, I swear I got the answers for my people

And bullets bring the reaper

I heard my first lie in a church from a preacher

I sank low cause that’s where they want to keep us

Just give me love, give me sex, give me reefer

And after school getting high with the teachers

I tried to promise my momma I’d make it honest

Say what’s on your heart I promise they call it conscience

And conscious don’t make no dollars, no dollars unless you Common

Now get your mothafuckin' hands out

I hid so, so far away, so far away

But I still, I still hear the gun sounds

Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang

Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang

I hid so, so far away, so far away

But I still, I still hear the gun sounds

Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang

Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang