Lord willing and that creek don't rise
Ima make it through this ride
I don't speak no lies
Or leave them MIA one way to 305
It's only good eye I'm feeling Debo size
She a cancer, head shaved like it's chemo time
Cus she stressed out said she need a change in life
Where men a pause for they act
Ok I'll explain it like
Remember mama say don't bite the hand that feed you?
Same advice
She know that I need her trying to treat her right
I ain't seen a preacher in the street at night
Black girls fighting for us we gon be aite
And I'm going Iron Mike till I see the light in they eyes go out of sight
Dynamite soul brother number 1, 1 of 1
We go back like dollar menus and honey buns
I got love for you
I don't want to die but I got blood for you
We want to thrive from the mud soil rise
Long live young niggas really could use a drink but I'm pouring out liquor
All roads lead to God all love for the squad yea I'm pouring out liquor
Only thing on my mind can't leave you behind see you pouring out liquor
From the sky all roads lead to God
Pouring out liquor
Money on my head
Dummy with the feds
Smiling like it's funny what he said
Know they want me dead
Riding with this honey on my side
Sunny in sky sunbathing
Running to survive
Want to sleep at night
Done waiting
Feel like I'm a target they gon hit like 7 times
Heal and testify
They can't kill an idea never take me down
And they built like Ikea
We can break em down
In this parking lot sipping Uncle Nearest to heal this
Spirits of the fallen & family in the stillness
Slacks and a hoodie I'm kosher they blind the children
You really can't see it to get it, you got to feel this
I'm James Baldwin balling in Pyer Moss with the hangtime
I ain't want to be the one getting God on the mainline
We want to shine but at this point it's living or dying
So lord if we could just survive in the meantime
That would be nice
I'm getting right
Rick James with the braids boy I'm cold as ice
Money May with the roll boy I'm so precise
Never stray from the soul never kill the vibes
I feel big though
Let's take control of the crib though
And let them know we with the big smoke
Head high when it gets low
The rose under the concrete that did grow
Pouring out liquor
Long live young niggas really could use a drink but I'm pouring out liquor
All roads lead to God all love for the squad yea I'm pouring out liquor
Only thing on my mind can't leave you behind see you pouring out liquor
From the sky all roads lead to God