Wash all my sins off in hell's water Feel like the bible told me lies as I prayedto him Kneel down for my faith in himWill you answer me?But if God won't help me this will I swear I'm gon' find my wayFour corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catchSome dumb space cadet Dreamin' I don't live up on the block nomore Trappin' tryna make it out this obstacleLife on the edge, hell a block away Pretty snow white, turn eight todaySellin' that bass, no Dr. Dre Guess I'm in the build upBucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim, boy Kneelin' down with some questions to addressLike why the ones commit the worst sins live the best?The ten commandments I can mark five checks But I sense flaws, the bible preachin' blindthreats Streets held me down, got faith in a PyrexFaith in a f*** if I call it the clarinet Sewer full of d***s when the toilet digestfrom the cop raid All can relate from the streets to the wallFrom d***s to compadres When the sun go down I'm predictin' a heatwave Forecast your whole body, he arm room fullof homies I just pray that the Lord got meBut if God don't help me this f*** well I swear I'm gon' find my wayMic check, mic check, mic checkBut if God don't help me this f*** well I swear I'm gon' find my wayOh, y'allAin't that f*** that Pledge Allegiance?My f*** y'alls make it even So neat, savin' Mr. PreacherI know I only come around when it's Easter Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas timeWhen I'm in jail or when my car declineOh, will you answer me?Take me out of here, we'll make plans for meMisery loves company, ain't no surprise It was just me and my d***We was tryin' to survive, but we would never make it out aliveWe livin' or die, oxymoronHope to get to heaven till that day arriveRunnin' through the alley, hope the bullet don't collideCar windows shattered, glass on my right sideDogs bark in the backyard, room for meOutta shape belly, courtesy of 40Spoiled, only child, baby boy JodySame jacket on from back in the dayPrayin' that the Lord come and take me awayBut if God don't help me this f***in' wayI swear I'm gon' find my wayBut if God don't help me this f***in' wayI swear I'm gon' find my wayScoot away, what up?Let's take this f***in' game and playAyo, tuna fish, sandwiches, breadDry and stinkin', black LincolnBurgundy knack, I clap at KingpinCaught me in the airport dust that I was thinkin'On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintancesYeah, money is the issue, I dish youIt's no problem at all, yo, the bunch would'veCause I'm a suitcase kingCoolin' at the gambler spot with a screw-faced grinNew beige bent, we stay winnin', play it againYo, put the bone in your jaw and I say it againRound 9, fall under the tentsCome in the rents, get out the way and let the d*** dispenseRevenge, d***s who make the events illerThis is more realer, snatch you right up out of the binsThe woo-whalers, who are the war-coopsKnow the truth, you know the whoop-de-whoopsSolo or group, I can't tell© BF-WATCH TV 2021