| Im crying everyday, since you been gone |
| There’s nothing I can say |
| Oh Lord, Oh Lord |
| Oh Lord, Oh Lord |
| Constant criticism for a hopeful nigga |
| Watch 'em try to kill your dreams, watch your soul wither |
| That little birdie got somebody, shot him over twiter |
| He was just about to blow, then he got popped |
| So now we lost the bigger picture, like it got cropped |
| Fuck a foot in the door, we can break locks |
| Bars like bullets in the Glock, labels get shot |
| I’m still popping, I’m dropping 'em like the beat nigga |
| Still in the game, got gold all on my cleats nigga |
| I hear these niggas, I hear em in disbelief nigga |
| 'Cause everybody done copied, they sound like we nigga |
| A gorilla but an elephant in the room with it |
| And everybody and everybody’s a part |
| Heads nodding and bodies but rocking to their album |
| I get that guala and pray about it and fucking count it |
| Thank you father and keep em coming and he surrounded |
| I’ll be waiting at the end |
| 'Cause you can’t survive the kiss of death |
| I see the world, it turns |
| Wash our sins away |
| (Wash our sins away, good Lord) |
| Oh Lord, Oh Lord |
| Oh Lord, Oh Lord |