Lord forgive em, for they know not what they do
As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death
See no pussy
So I guess we finally meet again
Should I kill em? Well, that all depends
Due to success I started losing friends
Nigga sleepin, only reason he dont follow trends
Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness
And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens
I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin
They did me dirty, I may forgive em, but wont forget it
And not to mention, they wasnt worthy of what Im spittin
Its Gods will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it
Im so addicted to gettin it, I need intervention
The hottest spittin, your favorite rapper scared to admit it
Have mercy, let me bow my head
I count a million up, thats deadly bread
Aint no more humble in me, shit is dead
Tell them pussy niggas I aint never scared
Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win
Say you comin for me? Pussy nigga, when?
I been coldhearted since I lost a twin
I swear I love it when they hate, I made a hit again
I did this before my niggas, then
Use your bitch whenever like a membership
Never bothered over Twitter beef
Well probably never meet up where the money be
Me and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats
Five grand just to see him hit a three
Balenciagas on a nigga feet
Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
I know my mama prayin for me, I hope your mama prayin too
Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, well die over these canned foods
Have mercy on a real nigga, cause Im sinnin every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real nigga, cause Imma ride for my niggas, dog
What the fuck these niggas talkin bout?
Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin bout
Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon ride or die
No homicide, its suicide before I testify
Thats on my daughter, Im runnin Florida, no kinda, sorta
And I hear em talkin, that money callin, them out of order
Yeah, nigga fuck all that talkin, be bout it, then
A lot of small talk, there they go runnin their mouth again
Bold nigga, til they meet them gorillas
Fuck a cavalry, my niggas aint got no feelings
Money is the motive, family is the reason
On my mama, aint nobody ever came between it
And they never will, streets got me grippin steel
These scared niggas need to go to church or either Dr. Phil
I tell em look me in my eyes, we are not the same
Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins
Have mercy on em
Bow your head
I know my mama prayin for me, I hope your mama prayin too
Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, well die over these canned foods
Have mercy on a real nigga, cause Im sinnin every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real nigga, cause Imma ride for my niggas, dog
Pussy niggas still hatin hard
Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard
Bitch, I just went and blew another check
Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
Jumpin up out that whip, I let my chain swing
Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang
Every days a struggle tryna maintain
And free my real niggas in the chain gang
I hear them broke niggas still talkin
Watch your words, do be very cautious
You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
Aint no talkin, tell em shock it once it go to sparkin
Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js
Hood nigga livin like Im Bruce Wayne
New Ferrari kickin like its Liu Kang
Real nigga, aint it true? 2 Chainz
I know my mama prayin for me, I hope your mama prayin too
Cause me and my niggas gotta eat, well die over these canned foods
Have mercy on a real nigga, cause Im sinnin every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real nigga, cause Imma ride for my niggas, dog