Yeah, just saying, dog, nigga, I'm serious, nigga
Rest in peace to Gaddafi, Washington
Enrique Devers, Marcus Bailey
Ha-ha, nigga
Am I?
Say a prayer for me
I know I ain't living right
Even though a nigga said he keep his business tight
Run a mug and give a * about the city
Vice of selling cola with Sloan and you will say I'm pretty nice
Money is the route to why niggas shoot
Or why I had little blood, Nike, Midas boots
Stop living the lie and listen to the truth
Stop snitching on guys that's only trying to keep a roof
Over they family, nigga, * a Grammy
If it wasn't for cola, I'd never see Miami
Grinding with Miami, finger on the trigger
Building a camp, hope I don't gotta stamp a nigga
Suckers a switch hit like they was playing baseball
Left when they ain't with you, right when they face y'all
So if you ain't with me, you ain't with me

If you know me and you there for me
Take a time out to say one prayer for me, yeah
And if you real, say a prayer for me
Me, before I go to sleep
And ask God to watch over me
Why, why, while I'm in these streets
And if you real, say a prayer for me
Me, before I go to sleep
And ask God to watch over me
Why, why, while I'm in these streets
If I die and her wake in the morning
Somebody call up my mama
Tell her I'm in the streets
I said I love her
Tell Dirk to calm down and keep an eye on lover
Teach my son, sake, sex, always use the rubber
Tell everybody I miss him, I'm in a better place now
And tell my daddy, don't trip, I forgive him now
I was wrong, kiddin', listen, you was right
Should've paid attention more, but I was caught up in that life
Fast cars, thick bitches, and drug dealers
34th and Chestnut, I idle to soul strippers
Just for the record, I ain't never been a bitch
Trick, lick, or schnitz, loose lips, think *
So before you go to sleep, could you please pray for me?
Ask God to bless life, while I ask the family
Build with all trust, all love, no envy
Build with all trust, all love, no envy
And if you real, say a prayer for me
Me, before I go to sleep
And ask God to watch over me
Why, why, while I'm in these streets
And if you real, say a prayer for me
Me, before I go to sleep
And ask God to watch over me
Why, why, while I'm in these streets
Last night I said,
Outside of C.P. Bennett, Bennett
Thinkin' bout what happened, happened
And why the Lord take my brother
And even worse, why he took my grandmother
Now I'm baby and days, you're all I got left
Even though I love Gregory Smith to death
And even though Nora G, my lover
I still love her like she my mother
I got respect for bitches who knew the real me
Knew I was a real nigga under these baggy jeans
I keep my pockets dirty, but my nose clean
Forgive me, I've been serving the fiends
Cause my little sister gon' be cool by all means
See me in my nice car, ridin' with my comb
I don't pop all the time, but when I do, I'm on
You know that train wreck keep a nigga gone
I ain't need a T, but nigga, I'm phone at home
Gotta check on my mama, make sure she good
Cause her son the realest nigga in the hood
See me in that new *, grippin' on the wood
Cray, bitch, act up through the brain
See me in that new *, grippin' on the wood
Cray
Cray
Bitch, act up through the brain
Stop
Bitch, act up through the brain