Lord, forgive me ‘cause the way I’m living
They say what goes around comes around
I’m gonna get what’s coming to me
Guess I’ll be strapped up till they lay me down
And I done did too much to say
I never go to church and barely pray
Lately I’ve been going through some things
Hail, what the fuck I’m supposed to say
‘Cause I just had two baby boys
I’m always calling mama’s other name
When I get caught in my emotions
Lord, I swear I’m tryna make a change
They wrote my brother Toon in the mud
But I’m always texting with these hoes
Feel bad whenever he caught my phone
He had quartermine, he ain’t even show
And my little brother looking up to me
Lord, I swear I ain’t no role model
My uncle a fucking alcoholic
Can’t even eat unless he got a bottle
I been stressing about that money lately
Got me ‘bout to rob a fucking bank
And my mama fuck with bitches now
I could judge her but I really can’t
‘Cause the way I’m living ain’t no better
I said the way I’m living ain’t no better
I just got MD for what’s his name
So now I’m riding strapped with my Beretta
Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep
Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling
spit if from the heart, I know they gonna feel it
I was born real so cowards gonna feel me
Watching my back ‘cause I know they wanna kill me
Don’t go nowhere without my semi
Daddy was a killer so the blue line in me
Heart of a lion even though a nigga skinny
Come to my hood and you gonna see plenty
Pat my shit is what the hood kept missing
Niggas on dope walk around all timid
Dope dealer pass through the hood in a Bentley
Never gave back to the hood where I’m from
So the niggas from the block where I’m from gonna get it
Niggas get money and they act like bitches
Niggas get money and they act like bitches
Till they head get bust and they ass need stitches
Blinded by the greed so you better pay attention
Money don’t make you real, my nigga
Better run a valuable motherfucking dollar
I ain’t got nowhere to go, my nigga
Got beat down to the floor, my nigga
Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga
They kept saying that I wouldn’t be shit
‘Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga
Well I’mma tell y’all like my nigga tell me
While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga
Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep
Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling
Never go to church and my momma’s feeling hurt
Praying at night ‘cause she know that I’m sinning
Best coming so you know I gotta get it
Money coming fast so you know that’s how I’m spending
I ain’t got credit so the whips on me when I drop out work