Make sure you put the autotune on

Yeah, yeah

Murda on the beat so it's not nice



If I could talk to God like a real nigga one on one, I'd tell him

Need my homeboys back, and a couple niggas that's jailin'

Couple niggas convicted felons

I like the church but I don't trust the reverend

Soul been absent in my presence

And am I wrong if I bring my weapon?

Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my blessings

I'm still stressing so I'm finessing

Ain't holding back, these my confessions

If I could talk to God like a real nigga one on one, I'd ask him

I see my career goin' to the next level but my mind goin' backwards

I can't shake the street shit, still on the beef shit

Every time I try to do the right thing niggas think I'm on some sweet shit

Then I had to get them choppers out again

I tried to retire Lord

Forgive me for my sins, once and once again

Somebody got to die, Lord

I'm like why Lord?

They think I'm Blood, they think I'm Vice Lord

I'm overthinking shit 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys

Is they right Lord? Is they foul Lord?

Real shit I'll take 'em out Lord



If I could talk to God one on one like a real nigga I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah



Lil' daughter seen me with a strap, ask me "daddy, what is that?"

Lil' son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he ain't coming back

My bitch came in, asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof

Told 'em gangsta baby, one thing about it, I ain't bulletproof

Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they gon' do or not

Wondering is they gon' shoot or not

Interview like how many niggas you done shot?

Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar

See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side

Mam I love these lil' niggas like these my brothers

If any niggas come and touch 'em, I swear to God it'll crush 'em

I can't let that happen, 'fore I ever started rappin'

All that shit I be talking about, I was doin' that shit in the hood

With all the niggas I be talkin' 'bout

If I could talk to God like a real nigga, ask him please give me back Cecil

Please give me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot

Shit hurt Lord, I ain't over 'em

When the tears come it be pourin'

I know this rap shit my blessin' when I ain't in the hood shit be gettin' borin'

I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to thuggin', I don't know how to ignore it

Grab all my chains, jump in the Lambo' and just floor it, vroom



If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah



I used to pray to God to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck

When I was dead broke I didn't have a dollar and I didn't give a f**k

I done ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up

When we run into 'em when we put it to 'em like give it up

Run it, my nigga, we so one hundred my nigga, it's only a few of us

Talkin' to God, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us

'Cause niggas is shady, I tuck the three-eighty

You thought I was slippin', I tore him up

Snap on that nigga, no warm up

I got the A and I pour it up

Touchin' your city, no tour bus

Diamonds they drippin' like water

Have it your way like it's Burger King

Nigga can I take your order?

We sellin' work like it's Medellin

I'm turnin' three in the four-door

Watch for the D's in the Taurus

Prayin' we never get caught up, god bless



If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah