(Made by Fatboi, man, stop playing)
(Ayo, Bleu)
God, I ask you to protect my soul
I'm caught in the life I chose
(Go, Fatboi)
Mmm, mmm
I say, Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hoping that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slinging iron, God, niggas tryna off me
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
Choppers all in the coupe, tryna get at them, man, fuck that nigga
Baby Joe step 'bout Boo, and I been steady tending to them other niggas
50 shots in this car, my brother with me, we both bust at niggas
Rap nigga steady dissing on them songs, but ain't fucking with me
Pull up in that Cutlass with that tool (go), I got my top down
Hop up out this bitch and go to busting, that's that Glock sound (boom)
BRPD still wan' lay me down, ain't no peace in this haunted town
Said that I'm a hoe, he a fucking clown, tryna turn a smile to a frown
Poured up sipping mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah
Thinking that he want beats and he go to sleep, fuck who he was, yeah
Blood on top my shoes 'til I go six feet, we don't got to clubs, yeah
Only thing we do is wait outside, when he come outside, he fucked, yeah
To my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside
Mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side
"Bah, bah," shots fired and Big Dump ain't make it out
I can put this on Bub, it ain't gon' stop until they all knocked off
I say, Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hoping that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slinging iron, God, niggas tryna off me
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
I say, Father, can you save me?
I don't wanna upset you 'bout these niggas tryna play me
It's hard, so I'm watching all these niggas try to snake me
But I'ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat
Bought from out the streets, so you know this bitch dirty
And he do shit dirty, I'm talking 'bout that .30
See me out, up your burner, bitch, I ain't worried
Whoever lose, they just deserve it, I just wan' see you murdered
Minding my business, they just wan' kill me, tryna figure out where Lil Top at
I ain't playing shit cool, known to break all the rules and I'm posted up where it's hot at
Six-four, not two, Top say, "Now, do it"
They gon' spin around where your block at (yeah)
Pussy nigga, spin back, come and get you a hat
But you know you ain't on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe gone, banger bang, stand on that
Nigga better not come 'cross that track, stick go, "Pap-pap," leave you flat
Roll that bitch up in a pack, my God, forgive me for that
I say, Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hoping that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slinging iron, God, niggas tryna off me
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
