I came up in the hood, with teenage hustlers grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, an' cans So they want they ride candy, painted like the man
That Veta tryin' not to his hand But they need 'em to keep 'em life from they night prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin' Got me feel like I'm cursed this heart that I'm dealin'
An' all this liquor hoein' an' goose-neckin' That I do but I don't to got me losin' blessings God said take the next two steps if I take the first I did but in it to an' sellin' the spur
From under my feet, faith an' jump in the street Back to serve a rocks, to the chrome in the heat An' runnin' with Gs take it to the block with 'em Tellin' me, along with my greens, up pot nickel
Well, all I I'd been down this road before It ain't the time, won't be the last I slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast
It's time to admit, I need help Still livin' my momma, can't feed myself Life ain't about who straight, who real, who An' who gay, about who pray
You can clock my consistent an' efforts up me, trees an' branches catch draft When I'm choppin' down a path to walk don't even know how talk sound I'm to stop the next step, they drawin' the chalk 'round
Matter of factually, I'll alone no entourage to back me God is my every existence, exhalation, I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels don't like me I'm one of a kind, gotta find a satellite to contact me
Let us bow, I thank the Almighty God for now For the strictor, through the tribulation an' trial For sparin' me when the was darin' me An' scarin' me, synonymous for me
An' to my family, the Family An' family, we all family An' to me health an' an' my son, Kingston My is my gun, revolutions already begun
Well, all I That I'd down this road before It ain't the first time, won't be the I gotta slow down 'cause I'm too fast
time to admit, I need some help Still livin' my momma, can't feed myself Life about who straight, who real, who fake An' who gay, it's about who
All I know is charge cards, cars an' Man, it's all for An' all could go an' when it's gone, you up yo cell phone, callin' God for
An' who to say day ain't all awful close An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because your coach An' it 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke Things ya drink, dank an' cigars you
He forgive you an' that's right Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da He da greatest of all time, if I'm I'm blind Can I get a
But we got to stop, we got to stop dirt Comin' to with a Devil tucked in your purse Sittin' some leather from Atlanta, came up the prayer Worried sister, mom's an' hair
All the way worried bout what sister, mom wear This ya boy or they ride the martyr there? It matter, at least that's the moral there In service, with a Bible, lie defer the South
But God bless her, we here to God An' that's the step inside Holy Church I said step His Holy Church thinkin' We all God's Property an' not just Kirk
Well, all I That I'd been down this road It ain't the first time, won't be the I gotta slow down 'cause I'm too fast
It's time to admit, I need help Still with my momma, can't feed myself Life ain't who straight, who real, who fake An' who gay, it's who pray