a God who always says I'm prayin' to a God who always says: No! Praying to a God who always says Praying to a God that always says I'm prayin' to a God
alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be bitchin holdin
get a better look at them, you say This ones my favorite one, this one you can't have I got it from my Dad, you say I got it from my Dad Now you're
I used to fantasize a lot about what I don't got Chick on my arm even a necklace with a cross I didn't have money, no dad and only mommy To raise two
wanna go home (God must hate me) I wanna go home (God must hate me) I wanna go home (God must hate me) I wanna go home (God must hate me) I wanna go home (God
don't change then I guess its to sad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people mad but with a lot of moves I make I make a lot of people glad
well cause i got a hard head like my daddy had and my daddy dad and my great great great great grandpa had a real crazy swag so i stand today then get down and pray
a mad man, this is a real life movie, mad max S.K.'s, A.K's max,,A.B.R's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry
a soldier up in Heaven/ As long as I live this life, Im reppin' prayin to God that we all get let it/ I'm a count my blessings and pray that these haters
provide for you Daddy tells me to come church but I ain't listening 'Cause to me that's a room full of hypocrites God forgive, God that's a hell of a
alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' You, God Please don't let me be pigeon
me What's the master plan? Master plan Spent so many days, many days Sitting on a cloud, sitting on a cloud Heaven only knows, only God knows So I'll
going on? i don't know and then i sold my car for a Greatful Dead ticket my dad yelled at me and he grounded me and he said i was a dick, it was the
Yeah, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God) 'Cause if we won't, then who will? (True) Terror Squad style, yo (Speak on it God) Yo, I was a wild
Now after her I was raised a bastard child Every now and then I got to see my fuckin' dad You see my dad was a wicked and wild man Everytime I saw him he had a
have to Still the same way, still the game paid Still the young nigga, still slang, yeah I wouldn't change a thing and my mama did it all by herself She sayin' the same pray
