Wash all my sins off in hell's water Feel like the bible told me lies as I prayed
to him Kneel down for my faith in him
Will you answer me?
But if God won't help me this will I swear I'm gon' find my way
Four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch
Some dumb space cadet Dreamin' I don't live up on the block no
more Trappin' tryna make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a block away Pretty snow white, turn eight today
Sellin' that bass, no Dr. Dre Guess I'm in the build up
Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim, boy Kneelin' down with some questions to address
Like 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' blind
threats Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a f*** if I call it the clarinet Sewer full of d***s when the toilet digest
from the cop raid All can relate from the streets to the wall
From d***s to compadres When the sun go down I'm predictin' a heat
wave Forecast your whole body, he arm room full
of homies I just pray that the Lord got me
But if God don't help me this f*** well I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check
But if God don't help me this f*** well I swear I'm gon' find my way
Oh, y'all
Ain't that f*** that Pledge Allegiance?
My f*** y'alls make it even So neat, savin' Mr. Preacher
I know I only come around when it's Easter Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time
When I'm in jail or when my car decline
Oh, will you answer me?
Take me out of here, we'll make plans for me
Misery 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 alive
We livin' or die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven till that day arrive
Runnin' through the alley, hope the bullet don't collide
Car windows shattered, glass on my right side
Dogs bark in the backyard, room for me
Outta shape belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled, only child, baby boy Jody
Same jacket on from back in the day
Prayin' that the Lord come and take me away
But if God don't help me this f***in' way
I swear I'm gon' find my way
But if God don't help me this f***in' way
I swear I'm gon' find my way
Scoot away, what up?
Let's take this f***in' game and play
Ayo, tuna fish, sandwiches, bread
Dry and stinkin', black Lincoln
Burgundy knack, I clap at Kingpin
Caught me in the airport dust that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I dish you
It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch would've
Cause I'm a suitcase king
Coolin' at the gambler spot with a screw-faced grin
New beige bent, we stay winnin', play it again
Yo, put the bone in your jaw and I say it again
Round 9, fall under the tents
Come in the rents, get out the way and let the d*** dispense
Revenge, d***s who make the events iller
This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the bins
The woo-whalers, who are the war-coops
Know the truth, you know the whoop-de-whoops
Solo or group, I can't tell
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