N they shootin, I must be on top 

(it's clear up here) 

We coopin we must be inta trouble, 

Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop 

It makes me laugh ha, life is so ironic, 

How I would get tha cash I become so iconable 

Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel 

I live the life that's filled with the jealousy 

Doomed from the start its like we born wit a felony 

Wheres the longevity 

We in the place where best friends become enemies 

And foul nigguhs got the tendency 

You gotta watch what you wish for 

I hope to god its on a switchboard 

When I'm tryin to say a prayer and I'm callin hope you listen lord 

See its just my position lord 

Gotta me smokin on this blunt while I'm lookin at the sky 

Make it rain so I know the doves cry. 



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Lord do you hear me praying, when I'm lookin at the sky 

I hope you can hear what I'm saying 

Its like my, my, my 

Im not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry 

I know you can see what I'm saying 

Its like my, my, my 

Its like my, my, my 



Cuz god aint cryin when the sky starts to rain 

That must u and god in heaven poppin champagne 

And speakin of the shams, remember in Miami 

You got bent pussy it was your first trip wit me 

We was goin hard to many bottles up in free-vay 

U was goin crazy wit my Haitian man t-sway 

Pass that on the twins I had teesh fer like 3 days 

And I cant forget ur b-day 

We had dead body tap we was deeper then aye 

And now I'm just wishin I could see a nigguh face 

And they kill, bang bang, did u get it wit em yet 

And its a damn shame because nigguhs still upset 

Like chita chala god musta needed y'all 

I think about the street dream saw how we were born 

But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers 

That are dear friends of me 



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To tell you both the truth, I aint doin the best 

Im tryin to keep a positive mind movin thru the stress 

Im tryin to stay afloat, they say I'm doin the most 

Im doin way to much I'm playin death to close 

Im think bout the thought of goin back to court 

For the petty little games I really should avoid 

But its the calculator risk on how we make the chip 

Realizin if I slip its a bottomless pit 

If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile 

Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile 

I thank god that I'm alive to see a black president 

We screamin yes we can but that wont change the deficit 

That aint really even the best of it, 

You catch me in the streets I will surly tell you the rest of it 



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