Yeah, just saying, dog, nigga, I'm serious, niggaRest in peace to Gaddafi, WashingtonEnrique Devers, Marcus BaileyHa-ha, niggaAm I?Say a prayer for meI know I ain't living rightEven though a nigga said he keep his business tightRun a mug and give a * about the cityVice of selling cola with Sloan and you will say I'm pretty niceMoney is the route to why niggas shootOr why I had little blood, Nike, Midas bootsStop living the lie and listen to the truthStop snitching on guys that's only trying to keep a roofOver they family, nigga, * a GrammyIf it wasn't for cola, I'd never see MiamiGrinding with Miami, finger on the triggerBuilding a camp, hope I don't gotta stamp a niggaSuckers a switch hit like they was playing baseballLeft when they ain't with you, right when they face y'allSo if you ain't with me, you ain't with meIf you know me and you there for meTake a time out to say one prayer for me, yeahAnd if you real, say a prayer for meMe, before I go to sleepAnd ask God to watch over meWhy, why, while I'm in these streetsAnd if you real, say a prayer for meMe, before I go to sleepAnd ask God to watch over meWhy, why, while I'm in these streetsIf I die and her wake in the morningSomebody call up my mamaTell her I'm in the streetsI said I love herTell Dirk to calm down and keep an eye on loverTeach my son, sake, ***, always use the rubberTell everybody I miss him, I'm in a better place nowAnd tell my daddy, don't trip, I forgive him nowI was wrong, kiddin', listen, you was rightShould've paid attention more, but I was caught up in that lifeFast cars, thick bitches, and drug dealers34th and Chestnut, I idle to soul strippersJust for the record, I ain't never been a bitchTrick, lick, or schnitz, loose lips, think *So before you go to sleep, could you please pray for me?Ask God to bless life, while I ask the familyBuild with all trust, all love, no envyBuild with all trust, all love, no envyAnd if you real, say a prayer for meMe, before I go to sleepAnd ask God to watch over meWhy, why, while I'm in these streetsAnd if you real, say a prayer for meMe, before I go to sleepAnd ask God to watch over meWhy, why, while I'm in these streetsLast night I said,Outside of C.P. Bennett, BennettThinkin' bout what happened, happenedAnd why the Lord take my brotherAnd even worse, why he took my grandmotherNow I'm baby and days, you're all I got leftEven though I love Gregory Smith to deathAnd even though Nora G, my loverI still love her like she my motherI got respect for bitches who knew the real meKnew I was a real nigga under these baggy jeansI keep my pockets dirty, but my nose cleanForgive me, I've been serving the fiendsCause my little sister gon' be cool by all meansSee me in my nice car, ridin' with my combI don't pop all the time, but when I do, I'm onYou know that train wreck keep a nigga goneI ain't need a T, but nigga, I'm phone at homeGotta check on my mama, make sure she goodCause her son the realest nigga in the hoodSee me in that new *, grippin' on the woodCray, bitch, act up through the brainSee me in that new *, grippin' on the woodCrayCrayBitch, act up through the brainStopBitch, act up through the brain