[Intro:]
Right, uh, same shit every day, homie,
Lord, please forgive me for all my sins.
Yeah, nigga, wake up to the same shit every day, homie,
Walkin' in the valley of the shadow of death, no rules, right,
Washin' my sins off in hell's water,
Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to ‘em,
Kneel down, put my faith in ‘em, will you answer me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will,
I swear I'm gon' find my way.
[Verse 1:]
Uh, four corners,
Cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch.
High on some drug, I'm Space Cadet,
Dreamin' I don't live up on the block no more,
Trappin', tryin' to make it out this obstacle.
Life on the edge, hell a block away,
Pretty Snow White turned eight today,
Sellin' that base, no Dr. Dre, uh!
Guess who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim.
Uh, kneelin' down with some questions to address like,
‘Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best?'
The Ten Commandments, I can mark five checks,
But I sense flaws, the Bible preachin' blind threats.
Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex,
Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet.
Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid,
All can relate from the streets
To the wall from niggas to compadres,
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave,
Forecast your whole body, heat on, room full of homies,
I just pray that the Lord got me.
[Chorus:]
But if God won't help me, this gun will,
I swear I'm gon' find my way.
Mic check, mic check, mic check.
But if God won't help me, this gun will,
I swear I'm gon' find my way.
[Verse 2:]
Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance,
Kill mine, kill yours, make it even,
Soul need savin', Mr. Preacher,
I know I only come around when it's Easter,
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time,
When I'm in jail or when my card declined, uh!
Will you answer me?
Take me out of hell and make plans for me?
Misery loves company, ain't a surprise,
It was just me and my niggas, we was tryin' to survive,
But we would never make it out alive,
Shit, we livin' to die, oxymoron.
Hope to get to heaven till that day arrive,
Runnin' through the alley, hope the bullet don't collide,
Car window shattered, glass on my right side,
Dogs bark in the backyard, rootin' for me.
Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40,
Spoiled, only child, baby boy Jody,
Same jacket on from back in the day,
Prayin' that the Lord come and take me away.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Ayo, tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry and stinkin',
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a kingpin.
Caught me in the airport dusted, I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances.
Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you,
It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol,
Cause I'm a suitcase king,
Coolin' at the gamblin' spot with a screwed face grin.
New Beige Bent, we stay winnin', play it again, yo,
Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again,
Round nightfall under the tents, comin' to rinse,
Get out the way or let the shotty dispense,
Revenge killers, who make the events iller,
This is more realer, snatch you right up outta the Benz,
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth,
You know the whoopty-whoop, solo or group, I kill niggas.
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