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[Produced by No I.D.]

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Woke up walking on water, ditching my alma mater
Made a lot of mistakes from mimicking ways of my father
Father, can You forgive me? Sinning since I remember
Back when Grandaddy died, that was a cold December
They closed his casket while my motherfuckin' hope was in it
Soon as you come out the womb, they hanging rope for niggas
Groomed for the stone and the tomb, going for broke and shit
We bend that, push shit back, the Devil coaching niggas
Telling 'em to shoot, like a title on the line
When it's judgment time, I doubt that God can look me in my eyes
'Fore He send me down to Hell, 'cause I'ma ask a Nigga, "Why?"
Never played it by the book because the Book was full of lies
And the preacher full of shit, and the teacher full of shit
Used to boo me from the bleachers—that, I'm never gon' forget
Eating five-dollar Little Caesar's pizzas on the WIC
'Cause my daddy left my momma for the motherfuckin' pen (Yeah, yeah)

[Hook]
But when it come down to it, know I'm out here shooting
'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got
When it come down to it, know the basehead use it
'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got
Find me posted on the block, 'cause it's all a nigga got
Couple hundred in the knot, 'cause it's all a nigga got
Still running from the cops, 'cause it's all a nigga got
'Cause it's all a nigga got, 'cause that's all a nigga got

[Verse 2]
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Seen my momma dying every day since grade eleven
You see, her age is catching up to all them years of stressing
Tears is falling, and her son too far away to catch 'em
Hard to call, and when she call, she gotta leave a message, 'cause a nigga working
And I'm working, so she worry-free—guess I defeat the purpose
Medication cost a arm and leg, hardly even worth it
Doctor tripping, so it got a nigga feeling John Q, wild
Round sitting in the gun, duck-duck-goose style
Pressure building up, nigga, what you gonna do now?
Brother kid too now, twelve years in the pen
Seen life end 'fore this shit begin—sing it then

[Hook]
But when it come down to it, know I'm out here shooting
'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got
When it come down to it know the basehead use it
'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got
Find me posted on the block, 'cause it's all a nigga got
Couple hundred in the knot, 'cause it's all a nigga got
Still running from the cops, 'cause it's all a nigga got 'Cause it's all a nigga got, 'cause that's all a nigga got

[Bridge]
One for the fucking money, two for the fucking show
.357 on me, loaded, ready to go
I know my bitches love me, know my enemies don't
My momma know I'm shady, I'm granny bastard, baby
Look in the mirror, like, "This is what you made me"
I'm going crazy please somebody save me, Jesus
Way too far gone for Him to reach me
To reach me

[Outro]
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