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