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Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

I can't call it but I know I got
'Cause my mama was broke and I was hearted
I can tears and tears for years
But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right

So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no
I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan I'd make it all good
A young if you could
A hustler from the hood

Mama, don't you cry, you cry no more
Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's to war
My is playin' tricks and my dad is too
street bank boys, it's on, fools

Gonna make my moves and my I make
You betta not get broke if you broke, you break
I don't hesitate you can't see me
It's gonna take the to save you from me

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

I the stress off, good, I let it rip
Bank boys in the fat money grip,
Rollin' 5 deep and on we creep
the town is down and you can't see me, really dough

What's A young fool on a flex
to get a name, some props or rep
I stepped to him let 'em know it's all good
Lights out, now his crib is

Broke for the dough but now I see
blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?'
I hit the flo' but my heart didn't
And now I see a of my son wit no pop

My mama's on her
Lord, Lord no
And I feel cold and my is cheatin'
gettin' dark but yet and still

I'm half dead, half life, real?
I can't but now I'm startin' to choke
Off my own blood and not that smoke
No joke, straight up, on a tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still
Help Lord, Lord, I'm losin' my will
To live, low, at the bottom
From winter to to summer to autumn

Help Lord, the homies in the
The squares, the G's, all good
Help 'cause in the hood we sprung
And we right here until you come

And the children of the ghetto life
No love, no hope, no hope, no
Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, Lord
You hear me callin'

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
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