Getting closer to God
Smoking on this top shelf
Are you all I need?
Cause honestly you're all I got now
It's seems you never heard my screams
I must've gotten blocked out
We don't really talk much
But today I drop down
To say that I ain't tripping
On the times when I got knocked down
Waiting to be saved
It never came so I'm lost now
In a generation
Where they see a cop and cop out
The game became high school
The way these lames drop out
Fuck it I'm hold the block down with a Glock out
There's a war forgive me lord
I keep my forty Glock out
Forgive us for we worship violence
More than you in my town
Before eternal silence
There's some things I had to dot down
Yo I could use a little bit of strength right now
Muthafucker going hard up in the paint right now
Recording wit a forty on my waist right now
Heard some foos are coming for me
But I ain't gon lie down
This is my town
So remember my scribe
No rest for the wicked
Whether dead or alive
Whether headed for the flames
Or I'm headed to the sky
Write this letter to God
Cause I ain't ready to die
The gang life takes its toll
Being invisible is critical
Ran that shit back
So now sleep is getting difficult
For my buried friends
To me that is inadmissible
Hollows are reciprocal
And swift based on principle
If we only murder criminals and die
Where do us killas go?
Dope fiends yeah they're plentiful
So dreams are pretty minimal
I'm having night terrors
That shit is pretty typical
My nightmares full of shit
That I thought were only mythical
And scared I'm prepared
Of knowing where the wicked go
I'm a born sinner
On the inner is the sickest soul
Toxic memories I frequent often
Like a liquor store
Ignored me in the past
But I hope you listen lord
Yo I could use a little bit of strength right now
Muthafucker going hard up in the paint right now
Recording wit a forty on my waist right now
Heard some foos are coming for me
But I ain't gon lie down
This is my town
So remember my scribe
No rest for the wicked
Whether dead or alive
Whether headed for the flames
Or I'm headed to the sky
Write this letter to God
Cause I ain't ready to die
I'm writing you this letter God
I hope you get to read it
I meant it when I say
I know I'm blessed to be breathing
Between all the screaming
And all the demons I been seeing
Been meaning to ask you something
If it's not an inconvenience
Some boys are coming for me
But I'm wit it - they could bring it
I'm a hang true if the pistols get to swinging
I'm a throw an F up
No bulimic
Before my souls deleted
And my bloods been depleted
If I don't succeed
In my mission to defeat em
I pray you're lenient for my enemies
I had you meeting
I pray I die a legend
To the G's I superseded
I pray I die a leader
Like my name was Mussolini
Yo I could use a little bit of strength right now
Muthafucker going hard up in the paint right now
Recording wit a forty on my waist right now
Heard some foos are coming for me
But I ain't gon lie down
This is my town
So remember my scribe
No rest for the wicked
Whether dead or alive
Whether headed for the flames
Or I'm headed to the sky
Write this letter to God
Cause I ain't ready to die