ft. Espa

I lift my hands up high for another night

Cause I lost wings and i wanna fly
I even wash my face in the river Nile
Imma pray all day â??til I get it right

Before I leave the crib I know I say my prayers
Pray to God Iâ??m happy every single day I swear
More money Iâ??m more prepared more ^!$$%s thatâ??s unaware

Most ^!$$%s donâ??t even listen they only see what they hear
My mind ainâ??t certain
That I put enough work in

These beats, these streets, no purpose
Repeat, rebuild, resurface
No longer in disturbance

Get a shooter if your nervous
Stressed out made a ^!$$% feel worthless
Canâ??t nobody $#&@ up on purpose (on purpose)

I remember when I had no government
My name was so crazy, had lines like cocaine
And those the good days, I got them good grades

Had profit to get paid, I made some mistakes
Thatâ??s something we all gone say
Had to ignore a (*##$ called today

But a little bit of head made it all okay
If you ^!$$%s want a war then my boys gone play
Before I leave the crib you better say your prayers

^!$$%s trigger happy every single day I swear
More murder Iâ??m more aware, more bullets Iâ??m more prepared
Most ^!$$%s donâ??t even listen thatâ??s until they hear the bang

My mindâ??s uncertain, do I put enough work in
Red rum red rum, bloody murder
Head shot, close range, close curtains

No encore thatâ??s for certain
Clack clack, bravo, I murked â??em
Hoes, clothes, more drugs, more murder

More guns, more drugs, more murder (more murder)
In the ghetto where the rats eat roaches
Gats tucked in our drawers, we donâ??t need holsters

You gone learn today, you gone get involved
We scamming, drug dealing, prostitution and all
In the ghetto praise to God alike a long distance call

I done rang Jesus for years, $#&@ it, no response
What? Iâ??m supposed to sit and starve
Ha! Gat in my palm and taking your be my job

I donâ??t want to shoot and steal
I donâ??t want to kill and rob
I just want to provide

For my momma, my poppa, my kids and I
I just want to provide
For my (*##$, and my homies thatâ??s from my side

But I came straight from homicide
Before I leave the crib I know I say my prayers
Pray to God Iâ??m happy every single day I swear

More money Iâ??m more prepared more ^!$$%s thatâ??s unaware
Most ^!$$%s donâ??t even listen they only see what they hear
Before I leave the crib you better say your prayers

^!$$%s trigger happy every single day I swear
More murder Iâ??m more aware, more bullets Iâ??m more prepared
Most ^!$$%s donâ??t even listen thatâ??s until they hear the bang