text: And I think Ive encountered my hardest days
  Lord, wont You save me? Oh
  You know what Ive been prayin for
  And I never thought Id see this day, yeah
  I gotta make it change
  And I think Ive encountered my hardest days
  Uh, writin plans to make a new report 
  Grind hard and turn my basement to a jewelry store
  If you dont do it for your kids, then who you do it for?
  Im tryna read and learn some shit I never knew before
  Focused on investments build me up some nеw resorts
  We can manifest it youd rathеr hit the Louis store
  Wastin all your blessings, care about the ones who doubt you
  Just to impress some hoes who never gave a fuck about you
  Just what I discovered
  Never believed in family, that word is really a cover
  Just a title that have the advantage to keep you under 
  I got niggas I consider brothers more than my brothers
  So watch it, you show your colors
  We livin in a world where prison walls is depravation 
  Livin in a world where snitchin calls for celebration 
  Livin in a world where niggas crawl and segregation
  Rainy nights and desperation, pray we fight the legislation
  Protest until we flatline, paralyzed 
  They throwin stones at my Black Lives Matter signs 
  Made a change but we still not satisfied
  I cant smile half the time Im still 
  Im still waitin, sittin plottin on the couch 
  ‘Cause I know that I aint safe when all these cops is on the prowl 
  Tryna think of other ways, but we aint got no other route
  Im startin to understand that shit that Pac was talkin ‘bout 
  And I think Ive encountered my hardest days
  Lord, wont You save me? Oh
  You know what Ive been prayin for 
  And I never thought Id see this day yeah
  I gotta make it change
  And I think Ive encountered my hardest days
  Lord, wont You save me? Oh
  You know what Ive been prayin for
  And I never thought Id see this day, yeah
  I gotta make it change
  And I think Ive encountered my—
  Look, time is money and the clock tickin
  I teach my son love and respect, thats a God given 
  My sperm donor never been shit, just a flop
  Listen, if it wasnt for my step-pops, Id prolly turn out different 
  Probably be in a cell doin a life sentence 
  Probably have twenty baby mamas and nine bitches 
  Probably grow up misguided, twisted inside the system
  Dropped out and failed ‘cause nobody listen to my admission 
  Sick of gettin in fights with niggas less educated
  Sick of gettin advice from niggas who never made it 
  Sick of bein polite to people with lesser patience
  Oftentimes, I wonder where I would be if I never made it
  The hatin always comes from niggas
  That wish they had all your blessings or the clout 
  And bad vibes forever, but Im destined on this route 
  Im startin to understand that shit that X was talkin ‘bout 
  And I think Ive encountered my hardest days
  Lord, wont You save me? Oh
  You know what Ive been prayin for
  And I never thought Id see this day, yeah
  I gotta make it change
  Worst thing comes to worst
  I fuckin die a tragic death or some shit
  And Im not able to see out my dreams
  I at least wanna know that the kids perceive my message
  And were able to make something of themselves
  And able to take my message
  And use it and turn it into somethin positive
  And to, to at least have a good life
  If it aint black owned, Im prolly gon use it to chop crack on
  Hard white for all them hard nights I had my back on
  Roach-infested carpet, tip-toe in my mothers room
  See a dresser and felt no pressure when takin a twenty off it
  Compton like a closed coffin, we walkin to school coughin
  Often high off the gun smoke, Boston had at the front door
  Cookin class, Im JAY, Hov, rock it up on they stove
  Me and my teacher goin back and forth like Noname and J. Cole
  You said I would never be what? I wouldnt amount to what?
  Now you in this Trader Joes, same lines, sayin, “Wassup?” 
  Talkin ‘bout like how you like my songs, not knowin it was me
  Security had me in a headlock and I told you I couldnt breathe
  Now its Black Lives Matter and white letters on your shirt
  Now how many black lives did you help, or did you hurt?
  Did you handicap, block, push to excel or did you hinder?
  Since hindsights 20/20, I guess you dont remember
  Now you with your mixed child, havin all these mixed feelings
  But do your black husband know you tried to burn down our village?
  But never mind, from the line, thats for yall to figure out
  Just know that boy who wasnt shit bailed all his niggas out
  And its my black queen, I kiss her on her black lips
  And she rock Off-White ‘cause she support black shit
  And Im blacker than a Steeler helmet or a Spike Lee flick
  Black like the pick stuck in the afro of Kaepernick