Lyrics
I'm speaking life over muerte (yeah)
I'm speaking life to my gente (woah)
I'm doing things they said I couldn't do (no)
I'm laying hands on my neighborhood
I'm speaking life over muerte
Ugh, dang right its complex
Ridin’ through the hood still looking for context
I smell death around me, gun smoke
I got life I can't trip and I won't choke, ugh
Laying hands on the homies from the projects
But we still got work, its a process
If another homie dies one more time from a petty crime I'mma lose my mind, speak life!
I'm speaking life over muerte (yeah)
I'm speaking life to my gente (woah)
I'm doing things they said I couldn't do (no)
I'm laying hands on my neighborhood
I'm speaking life over muerte
What they really want from a hitter they probably feeling a way
Young black man out here paving a way
If you ain’t align with the vision I probably won’t listen
I probably wouldn’t even give you the time of the day
See welcome to the jungle where the lions sleep
We was raised from the Son we don’t run from heat
A young king, they gone’ have to see this dream
holding hands feet planted as we march and we sing…
I'm speaking life over muerte (yeah)
I'm speaking life to my gente (woah)
I'm doing things they said I couldn't do (no)
I'm laying hands on my neighborhood
Yeah, life over muerte
I speak life over death
Chea, Eyy