Rebirth / Hold On

Lord, forgive me ‘cause the way I’m living They say what goes around comes around I’m gonna get what’s coming to me Guess I’ll be strapped up till they lay me down And I done did too much to say I never go to church and barely pray Lately I’ve been going through some things Hell, what the fuck I’m supposed to say? ‘Cause I just had two baby boys I’m always calling their mama’s out their name When I get caught in my emotions Lord, I swear I’m tryna make a change Ain't wrote my brother Tune in the month But I’m always texting with these hoes Feel bad whenever he call my phone He had a court and I ain’t even show And my little brother looking up to me Lord, I swear I ain’t no role model My uncle a fucking alcoholic Can’t even eat unless he got a bottle I been stressing about that money lately It got me ‘bout to rob a fucking bank And my mama fuck with bitches now I could judge her, but I really can’t ‘Cause the way I’m living ain’t no better I said the way I’m living ain’t no better I just got in beef with what’s his name So now I’m riding strapped with my Beretta Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling 99 problems but I really got a million You don't know my struggle so don't tell me that you feel it Spit it from the heart, I know they gonna feel it I was born real so cowards gonna feel me Watching my back ‘cause I know they wanna kill me Don’t go nowhere without my semi Daddy was a killer so the bloodline in me Heart of a lion even though a nigga skinny Come to my hood and you gonna see plenty Matchbox chevy with the hubcap missin' Niggas on dope walk around all timid Dope dealer pass through the hood in a Bentley Never gave back to the hood where I’m from So the niggas from the block where I’m from gonna get it Niggas get money and they act like bitches Niggas get money and they act like bitches Till they head get bust and they ass need stitches Blinded by the greed so you better pay attention Money don't make you real, my nigga Better run a valuable motherfucking dollar 'Fore them hungry niggas break you of something proper City of the Angels where they ride with them choppers Eat, shit, sleep and even die with the chopper I ain’t got nowhere to go, my nigga Got beat down to the floor, my nigga Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga They kept saying that I wouldn't be shit ‘Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga Well I’mma tell y'all like my nigga tell me While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling Never go to church and my momma’s feeling hurt Praying at night ‘cause she know that I’m sinning Best coming so you know I gotta get it Money coming fast so you know that’s how I’m spending I ain't got credit so the whips on me when I drop out work another day you rented Unmarked car keep riding through the hood, with the Feds in the town and they might be in it Niggas on tha westside just got bopped with a couple of 'em blocks so they might be snitching Calling my phone, wanna talk about business Ain't it fucked up because I smell something fishy Everyone's fucked, tryna handle my business Trigger finger itching and my eyeballs twitchin All this work in the goddamn kitchen Everytime I cook, a nigga get nauseous Peepin out my blinds because the chopper feelin cautious Runnin from the law, got a nigga so exhausted That's all I know my nigga, ya'll hardhead and it shows my nigga Money be the root of all evil, gotta watch your people sometimes you don't know them niggas But that's how it goes my nigga, got beat down to the floor my nigga Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga They kept saying that I wouldn't be shit ‘Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga Well I’mma tell y'all like my nigga tell me While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga