And they shootin', I must be on top

(It's clear up here)

We coopin', we must be inta trouble

Some hard type *** that cost a quarter mill a pop

It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic How I would get the cash, I become so iconable

Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel

I live the life that's filled with the jealousy

Doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony Where's the longevity, we in the place

Where best friends become enemies

And foul niggas got the tendency

You gotta watch what you wish for

I hope to God it's on a switchboard

When I'm tryin' to say a prayer And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord

See it's just my position Lord

Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky

Make it rain so I know the doves cry Lord, do You hear me praying

When I'm lookin' at the sky?

I hope You can hear what I'm saying

It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining

But it makes me wanna cry

I know You can see what I'm saying

It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my 'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain

That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne

And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami

You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay

You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway

Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days

And I can't forget you b-day We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye

And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face

And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?

And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all

I think about the street dream, saw how we were born

But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers

That are dear friends of me Lord do You hear me praying

When I'm lookin' at the sky?

I hope You can hear what I'm saying

It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining

But it makes me wanna cry

I know You can see what I'm saying

It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best

I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress

I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most

I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court

For the petty little games I really should avoid

But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip

Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile?

Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile

I thank God that I'm alive to see a black president

We screamin' 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit

That ain't really even the best of it

You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it Lord do You hear me praying

When I'm lookin' at the sky?

I hope You can hear what I'm saying

It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining

But it makes me wanna cry

I know You can see what I'm saying

It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my