Lyrics

[Verse] I had to do this one more time, the beats just get to me I don't know what's next for me but God's still blessing me Still tryna live this one life righteous and exceptionally This new cute one just sent me a Quran respectfully Doing a Jamaica trip this month, long stay Anything I want for me, I just gotta pray My son on my mind every minute of every day When I land, it's back to dodging feds and selling yay I don't like to pour my heart out so I pour the Henny I say "I'm tryna stay sane" but my head's gone already I stay getting to that money so I see 'em barely The thought of my kid in the hood's the only thing that's scary Me, Des and DJ working and I'm getting teary 'Cause the closest that I've ever been to out is nearly When that money coming fast, it have you living carefree I know the feds kicking doors so I'm living carefully I had to lose myself just to find myself Shawty fine but her and my views align as well God sent this driving ban, gave me time to heal Plus I was drinking way too much Henny if I'll be real Bondage with the hood, we can't get away Back standing in the same place the opps shot up yesterday The streets fuck with me 'cause I say it straight These type of raps just make you wanna get your paper straight And if I make it out, I'm gon' bring all my niggas Even couple of them idiots that thought that I wouldn't I'm leaving all them little pussios that thought that I couldn't And them bitches that ain't here no more but thought that I shouldn't Boy, I'm from the trenches where the rules just different Fight with your brother, next day, ride with him Not guilty plea, go court, fight with him Niggas let the hoes get between, I didn't We didn't fall flat when the shit got tough Still out there in the field when the shit got rough All them nights in the trench, you don't forget those stuff Opps let a few go, my new creps got stuffed Take my brother to the ER, gotta get stitched up Then it's back up in the T, break this next brick up These young bulls weren't even outside when I did what I did I pray to God that He don't make me kill one of these people kids Could care less if they know who they're playing with All this money, shit's about to get dangerous Little Torment's gone back by his alias That's 'cause I stuck up nuff man in my radius How long I been rapping? We forgot the number My nigga say all now, he still hear the hunger My nigga say "Don't ever let them put you on a jumper" Still say a one-two prayer just before I slumber Even though I know God got me, I still got that joint That forty-four doing madness with them hollow points Send my little shooter round there, bet he got some points You know that beef shit changes once you got some coin Every day I wake and bake and get to the cake No debates, shit's frying, get out the way I can't explain why or how it should go like this today Opps pull up spraying, I ain't going out like this, no way Rap's finest, no bias Still the same in the green or minus, try us And I've been staying low but the streets won't let me Will the feds kick the door? Is the beef gonna get me? Smoking so much weed, I don't dream no more Henny pouring even though I know that I don't need no more This shit ain't gonna stop, no need to check the score Me and God will speak about it at Heaven's door