Lyrics

[Intro] I love my niggas Dontae the [Artist??] Paint a perfect picture for the hood HOGMOB Ministries, love Let's go! [Hook] I love my niggas I had to write this one for the hood Because I love my niggas I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams To save my niggas I know the church gon' persecute me, homie Because I called y'all "niggas" But I'm gonna pray until the police no longer spray up And kill my niggas [Verse 1] A hundred thousand worth of work off in the duffle bag Pant sag, blue bandana on my pistol hand Black Benz, with Sacchi rims and the police cam Man we gon' eat if it land and it go as planned Get canned, I be damned if I'm in the pin Slammed hand washing the drawers of another man I been converted, now a Christian man A fisherman, but I'll still get that guap 'cause I'm a businessman Root of all evil had ahold of me Brief summary: he approached me brotherly like he had love for me Although he bonded me with suffering What's puzzling is now I'm bubbling delivered from my hustling Snatching my niggas out the genocide It's been prophesied my possession multiply if He be magnified I set aside all sin through him is justified Rise as He specified, succeed because I love my niggas [Hook] I love my niggas I had to write this one for the hood 'Cause I love my niggas I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams To save my niggas I know the church gon' persecute me, homie Because I called y'all "niggas" But I'm gonna pray until the police no longer spray up And kill my niggas [Verse 2] They say love covers a multitude of sin we in And the birth of men come from the very turf we bangin' in Tilt the Henn', pop a pill to make your hands bend Fornicating with a has-been hid in her bare skin Lil' mama used to be a ten but drugs done hit her veins And she sniffin' the cocaine that the homies slang Father, I pray my work is not in vain I need You to be the morphine to take away these niggas' pain For what it's worth, if I did murk return to Mother Earth Satan gon' get that work because my hurting can't be reimbursed Although I wanna snatch that nigga purse There ain't nothing in that faggot purse to get me what my nigga's worth And as he lurk among these trenches in the purple shirts Stay on the alert 'cause I'm in search to find a convert Build up a church from the same turf my old-school Chevy skrrts Don't mind putting in dirty work while mobbing in these Converse [Hook] I love my niggas I had to write this one for the hood 'Cause I love my niggas I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams To save my niggas I know the church gon' persecute me, homie Because I called y'all "niggas" But I'm gonna pray until the police no longer spray up And kill my niggas [Verse 3] I love my niggas, it's not to call them ignorant It's a term of endearment You ain't from it, you can't feel this Solidify with the realest, started out at the bottom A long way from picking cotton where bullets rain in the autumn My kids raised up in that Sodom and daughters turn baby mamas Raised by they mamas, street conditioned for the drama Man, my niggas shared a llama and we sold about the same sack? He'll always be my nigga and can't nobody change that Married to the game, where the ring at? He wasn't loyal to us, had to change that Flip the page, came to tell you Jesus saves Whips and chains conditioned, boy, you still a slave Gettin' paid, go down for the tree and you gettin' hanged Judge got a noose for ya, I got the truth for ya He died and rose, imagine what he could do for ya Set you free, jump in that water and feel the ecstasy Gotta keep it real, that's what they expect from me [Hook] I love my niggas I had to write this one for the hood 'Cause I love my niggas I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams To save my niggas I know the church gon' persecute me, homie Because I called y'all "niggas" But I'm gonna pray until the police no longer spray up And kill my niggas