Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin
He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nikka with that pistol ridin aroun in somethin hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god the truth
We can't stop the way we livin just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nikka griles to
And god know I'm thug life, u fukkin right
So if nikka play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And god got my back so, when I act woah
I'm comin home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, nikka holla ride or die
These youngin sling that iron it ain't no mo takin pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
Cause nikkas slingin iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some nikkas cut by delja, some nikkas cut by chill, some nikkas eat them delpids and some nikkas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the southside
I'm thuggin with my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shyt got hog tied
God know I know these nikkas
Don't make me show these nikkas
Pray for these nikkas keep me away from these nikkas
