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If I can talk to God like a real n***a one-on-one, nah, I'd tell him Need my homeboys back And a couple n****s that's gently A couple n****s, Victor Vettel I like the church, but I don't trust the reverend So I've been absent in my presence And am I wrong if I bring my weapon? Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my blessing I'm still stressing, so I'm finessing They ain't holdin' back, these my confessions If I can talk to God like a real n***a one-on-one, nah, I'd ask him I see my career goin' to the next level But my mind goin' backwards I can't shake the street *** Still on the beef *** Every time I try to do the right thing N****s think I'm on some sweet *** Then I had to get them choppers out again I tried to retire, Lord Forgive me for my sins once and once again Somebody got to die, Lord I'm like, why, Lord? They think I'm blood, they think I'm vice, Lord I'm overthinking ***, cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys Is it right, Lord, or they fat, Lord? Real ***, I'd take them out, Lord If I could talk to God one-on-one like a real n***a, I'd say Lord, will you please keep me far away from the faith? Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way Lil' Dawg seen me with a scrap, asked me, Daddy, what is that? Lil' son asked me about Ceaser, told him he ain't comin' back Lil' bitch came and asked me why we had to buy bulletproof Told him gangsta, baby, one thing about it, I ain't bulletproof Now I hide security cause I ain't know what they gon' do or not Wonderin' if they gon' shoot or not In the free line, my n****s shootin' shots Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a down line See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side Man, my love, these lil' n****s like they my brothers If any n***a come and touch me, I swear to God, it'll crush me I can't let it happen before I ever start rappin' All the *** I be talkin' about, I was doin' this *** in the hood With all the n****s I be talkin' bout If I could talk to God like a real n***a, ask him, please give me back Ceaser Please give me Big G and Pooh, she DP now *** hurt, Lord, I ain't over it When the trill come, it be pourin' I know this rap ***, my blessing When I ain't in the hood, she be gettin' bored I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to duckin' I don't know how to ignore it So just *** all my chain, jump in the Lambo, and just flow it If I could talk to God one-on-one like a real n***a, I'd say Lord, will you please keep me far away from the faith? Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way I used to pray to God to get a million dollars in a billy truck When I was dead broke, I ain't have a dollar, and I ain't give a *** I done ran off on the blood twice, he ain't pickin' up When we run into him, I'ma put it to him like, give it up Runnin', my n***a, we sold a hundred, my n***a, it's only a few of us Talkin' to God, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us Cause n****s is shady, I tapped the 380, he thought I was slippin' a tumor Snap on a n***a, no warm up I got a A and I pulled up Touchin' your city, no tour bus Diamonds, they drippin' like water Have it your way like Spurkin' N***a, can I take your order? We sellin' right like it's Medellin I'm tappin' three in the Forder Watch for the D's and the tour bus Prayin' we never get caught up If I could talk to God one-on-one like a real n***a, I'd say Lord, will you please keep me far away from the faith? Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way