Deeply Thinkin’

Lyrics

Nowadays I ain't happy to see the sun rise Where do ghetto children go when they close they eyes You never know, I done seen so many lost souls it's hard to stomach It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going undersea This ghetto child is strictly down for making paper Don't let these busters get to me, I put that on the g My side where I reside as wild as the mug Welcome to the city, no pity and no love I'm seeing homies come and go Watch it, faces fade I'm barely getting paid Licking ag with the braids Gotta find a lick and put it down I'm too slick for 50 Six-2, runnin these holes through funky town Now I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin All right I hit the streets when the day dims, it's like I had to be stressed M11 in my trunk .44 in my lap If I gotta I pills, a cat Leaning in a Catalina Pontiac with photos, dana dangs and elbows Hydraulics will make my shit straight, pancake front, back, side to side Hi-tec boot, holding down the brake Ounce of weed in the back with the m11 and I'm straight It get dark at g.o clock, I scoop my sevens up at eight One time has checked my plates, but I'm clean, I keeps my mug beans Mobbing like the g as in gorilla Nutty Mac on up for realer You never see me quoting that old pretty ass shit Six two is supposed to Vickies and the afro pic While I'm rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin Lord, please forgive me for my sins See my homies really don't know, cause they ain't being where I been I done had enough and it's here, little ghettos where I'm stuck fucking with scandalous ass hoes Got my ways fucked up Here's a little story, I ain't saying no names A bitch played with my heart but I just stayed in the game Told myself to never trust, all I know to do is break a hole and stay down with the hustle I told you 30 joes come in handy, man She supports your boy for life That's why my hoes don't get treated right I do, jeez a man I make some call me mister, toothpaste cause I got split personality system While I'm just rolling, smoking, drinking and equally thanking Lord have mercy on me Lord please have mercy on me Rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thanking Lord please have mercy on me Lord have mercy on me Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep I'm steady having dreams about these God forsaken streets Paper chasing is the root of all mass confusion I'm always on the scene gotta get it by all means From the get go I stand about 6ft Two inches high or so Where this black black man headed? Where will this black man go? Been struggling all my life and ain't got shit to show See these dead woods won't let us up out of this g h e t t o I'm tired and I'm tired and I'm tired It's cold on the outside the city's got me petrified I catch a big wood slipping I gank it It's all good while I'm rolling, smoking, drinking and thankin Rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin Lord please have mercy on me I ask the Lord to have mercy on me I'm rolling, smoking, drinking and deeply thankin Please have mercy on me. I ask the Lord to have mercy on me