Swivel (with EARTHGANG) - From The Album "Mirrorland"

Head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner

Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone

Yeah

Nigga, keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner

Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone

I know niggas dead out of desperation

RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would've stayed at home

Learned to make the best out of shitty situation

No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone

Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changing for the better

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong

I done made it up, I done made it out

I done made a way, we been makin' waves, we been making sounds

Rappers hella fake, they papier-mâché

Like piñata, they can't wait to break, I can animate

Promise mama she gon' see the day when we all okay

All it really take is time and dedication, I pray

For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make

Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake

Whip the batter for the cake

Nigga, keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' round the corner

Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone

I know niggas dead out of desperation

RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would've stayed at home

Learned to make the best out of shitty situation

No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone

Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changing for the better

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong

I don't know what it is, man, I just

I don't think I'ma be here much longer, man

Something's watching me, man

Something's following me

Something want me dead, man

Pray for me, pray for me, please

Hell, when I was young, I ain't had to pop no guns

Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn't handle on your own

Shit around my block where we used to knock

Couple souls fly, wasn't nothin' like you guys, what y'all on

Shit it wasn't nice, wasn't paradise

Wasn't lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own

Mama had to work, papa had three jobs

No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, hah

Should've kept my head on a weave and bob

I'd rather be dead than to weep and sob

So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve

Had to squab, circle that bitch up, feelings get involved

Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop?

That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock

Left us with a needle and a jumpshot

Leave you countin' seconds on the fingers through the gunshots

Nigga, keep your head on a swivel

Trouble lurkin' round the corner

Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone

I know niggas dead out of desperation

RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would've stayed at home

Learned to make the best out of shitty situation

No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone

Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changing for the better

Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong