The call has gone out, responses have come, and we bless God for our brother who's given God his life. Is there anything you'd like to say? I came not to cause righteous, but to send us to repentance. Luke 5, 32. They say gangsters don't pray. I beg to differ. We pray every night. We pray every night to make it out of these struggles. We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we're stuck in. Real gangsters don't want to be in the streets. We're just stuck out here because we ain't got no choice. Yeah, no dope on Sundays. That's only if you really out here getting money. No dope on Sundays. You know the tribe back for me Monday, but no dope on Sundays. When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry. No dope on Sundays. But any other day, it's rain, sleet, or sunny. Nah, I ain't in the street. Just a n***a in the street. Any other day than Sunday, I can get you what you need. I'm talking like a cup of keys. Want them men come up with me. Hounds of kush come hustle these. The cause we push is luxury. Oh, I heard you want the lean. Nah, that's not my cup of tea, but I can pull a few strings. Let me work my puppetry. Anything from n***a to puppy food. Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm married with a money mood. My Hyundai Cruze making plays. My operation running smooth. Brother too, just in case these n****s in a grumpy mood. Oh, I heard they bought that gunplay coupe. We bought that gunplay too. My Runday woos made the front page news. I like my hundreds blue. Chunky juice taking strippers out of town on honeymoons. Leave their kids with their grandmas so they go to Sunday school. N***a hit my phone and said he need a hunnid. I said let me hit my folks. But you know the only rule. No dope on Sundays. That's only if you really out here getting money. No dope on Sundays. You know the tribe back booming Monday. But no dope on Sundays. When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry. No dope on Sundays. But any other day, it's rain, sleet, or sunny. I been in the streets 6-16, you dig? How many zips in the elbow at 16, you dig? I seem to forget how much clean I done hit. Remember sneaking in the club with a thingamajig. My OG pulled up on the scene in the wig. When you running from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs. Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did. Being in the dope game was never my dream as a kid. But I got better plans though. Ain't nowhere I can't go. Trip to Amsterdam. I telegram another land. Boy, I'm living off my art. Like I'm selling Van Goghs. I'm all about the cream. I got meth and mangoes. My dawgs just left the band though. So hater never stay close. But for my partner, up this cig and leave you sick in hand smoke. I'ma rain on ya. So let the weather man know. In all the ghettos of America. All the way to Reed and Rowe. No dope, no suck. Let Luka on the beat. So what the... I burned the graveyard. ***, that's how we made our chips. Bunch of AR clips. I'm who this K.R. did. Where the other... die. We live our days in dark years. Boosty badass. I'm down to get your fate if y'all is. We wasn't type to shoot it. Then, pray that y'all live. So we can swing by your house and come and spread y'all crib. Had to trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Bar. I brought them bags to the hood and made them slang God. In Atlanta, y'all don't know how good my face card is. Turned a racetrack on Boulder Crest to a baseball field. It's safe to say it's all real. But all my scars is all healed. Cause I've been stabbed in the back more times than Paul Pierce. But enough about my past. It's time to save our kids. So our sons will never have to live the way we all did. If you trap... Trap to send your daughter off to college. If you trap... Trap to get your mother out the projects. If you trap... Trap to get your people out the streets. Oh, you trappin' just to be trappin'. Oh, you trappin' for these freaks. But if you a real trap... Do me one favor. And tell all my partners in Decatur. No dope will save you. I'm ready to frame y'all ***. That's how we made our chips. Bunch of AR clips. I'm who this K.R. did. Where the young niggas die. We live our days in darkness. Pussy bad ass. It's time to catch a fade if y'all live. Started out trappin'. Tryin' to get the new bows. Then I realized what it did for them. When I recognized what you did to your nose. I couldn't justify what I did to my bro. Fed in addiction. I just let it snow. Fell my religion. I couldn't let it go. Fell in addiction. I just chased the glow. See you don't need the drums. When you just talkin' what you know. See what I seen. Snitchin' on the low. Comin' home. Out here actin' like you owe. The truth is you love them. But they puttin' on a show. You gotta cash them out. And validate to everyone they know. Times change. And it's hard for some to grow. And the conversations are no longer. Man we bout to blow. I wanna see you back up on your feet. And that's for sure. The whole city know I've done enough. So there's no more. I worked a graveyard shift. That's how we made our chips. But you ain't y'all clips. I pulled this K off ya. Where the y'all at? That's how we live our days and dog years. Boosie bad ass. I'm down to catch your fate if y'all is. I'm glad you gave me the ***. With like no drums. I just wanted to like. I was trying to make it as conversational as possible. Cause it's just conversation. Saha the Prince. For life. Push. But Peter said unto him. Thy money perish with thee. Because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money. Acts 8 20.