[Intro] Lord forgive ‘em, for they know not what they do As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death See no pussy…
[Verse 1] So I guess we finally meet again Should I kill ‘em? Well, that all depends Due to success I started losing friends Nigga sleepin’, only reason he don’t follow trends Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin’ They did me dirty, I may forgive ‘em, but won’t forget it And not to mention, they wasn’t worthy of what I’m spittin’ It’s God’s will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it I’m so addicted to gettin’ it, I need intervention The hottest spittin’, your favorite rapper scared to admit it Have mercy, let me bow my head I count a million up, that’s deadly bread Ain’t no more humble in me, shit is dead Tell them pussy niggas I ain’t never scared Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win Say you comin’ for me? Pussy nigga, when? I been coldhearted since I lost a twin I swear I love it when they hate, I made a hit again I did this before my niggas, then Use your bitch whenever like a membership Never bothered over Twitter beef We’ll probably never meet up where the money be Me and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats Five grand just to see him hit a three Balenciagas on a nigga feet Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
[Hook] I know my mama prayin’ for me, I hope your mama prayin’ too ‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we’ll die over these canned foods Have mercy on a real nigga, ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord Have mercy on a real nigga, ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dog
[Verse 2] What the fuck these niggas talkin’ ‘bout? Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin’ ‘bout Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon’ ride or die No homicide, it’s suicide before I testify
That’s on my daughter, I’m runnin’ Florida, no kinda, sorta And I hear ‘em talkin’, that money callin’, them out of order Yeah, nigga – fuck all that talkin’, be ‘bout it, then A lot of small talk, there they go runnin’ their mouth again Bold nigga, ‘til they meet them gorillas Fuck a cavalry, my niggas ain’t got no feelings Money is the motive, family is the reason On my mama, ain’t nobody ever came between it And they never will, streets got me grippin’ steel These scared niggas need to go to church or either Dr. Phil I tell ‘em look me in my eyes, we are not the same Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins
[Bridge] Have mercy on ‘em… Bow your head…
[Hook] I know my mama prayin’ for me, I hope your mama prayin’ too ‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we’ll die over these canned foods Have mercy on a real nigga, ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord Have mercy on a real nigga, ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dog
[Verse 3] Pussy niggas still hatin’ hard Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard Bitch, I just went and blew another check ‘Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept Jumpin’ up out that whip, I let my chain swing Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang Every day’s a struggle tryna maintain And free my real niggas in the chain gang I hear them broke niggas still talkin’ Watch your words, do be very cautious You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin Ain’t no talkin’, tell ‘em shock it once it go to sparkin’ Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js Hood nigga livin’ like I’m Bruce Wayne New Ferrari kickin’ like it’s Liu Kang Real nigga, ain’t it true? 2 Chainz
[Hook] I know my mama prayin’ for me, I hope your mama prayin’ too ‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, we’ll die over these canned foods Have mercy on a real nigga, ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord Have mercy on a real nigga, ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dogTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
