Nothin to Do with It

Yeah, they see Monty out here wit' a cheat sheet, dawg
 Hit a hunnid when I press it
 Promise you don't really wanna see these bars
 Watch out, you might get arrested
 Me, my OG used to hoop on Leach Street, dawg
 'Til they started movin' reckless
 I can't verify ya unless you very fire
 Homie, please stop askin' for my blessing
 Until e'erybody in the street see God
 I can't stop, I'm too invested
 Police out here killin' unarmed pre-teens
 Lord, why they gotta shoot pedestrians? It's too much estrogen, abusin' weapons, they don't do no questionin'
 Just pew-pew-pew, too aggressive, you're too assessive
 Should've stayed home if you was stressin'
 Just another R.I.P. in the group messages
 I done bounced back from a few deficits
 Father God made me new, it's evident
 You don't play your part, then we finna have to part
 'Cause you know the light and dark don't do togetherness
 Told the old me to get a new residence
 Keep the family close, I don't do pessimists
 Leave the beat slaughtered, I done seen the deep water
 By the Deity walkin' in the New Testament
 Murder, killin', hurtin' children, burnin' buildings
 Churches stealing, worse intentions turn to villain
 Cursin' women, circle sinnin', blurry vision
 Serving sentences, the serpent hissing, listen, Percocets in purses, purpose missing
 If you heard conviction, but you out here doin' it and that's what you on, don't hit my phone
 'Cause I don't want nothin' to do with it
 I don't want nothin' to do with it
 I don't want nothin' to do with it
 I don't want nothin' to do with it
 Rumble young man, the jungle'll humble you
 If you comin', can't get comfortable, dawg
 It's a cold world, comin' to dump at you
 If you fumbled, then they come and applaud
 Seen the graveyard, guzzle the gullible
 Watched a mother put her son in a box
 Gotta pray hard, trouble too colourful
 I ain't bluffin, I've been runnin' to God early in the mornin'
 And I still got lil' homies hoppin' fences, duckin' charges
 It's more eulogies than opportunities, I can't contribute to the lawless
 It's so many bodies in the ground, we got blood drippin' from the faucet
 Murder in the street, murder in the beat, murder for the weak
 If it ain't 'bout G.O.D
 I don't want nothin' to do with it
 I don't want nothin' to do with it
 I don't want nothin' to do with it
 I don't want nothin' to do with it