I got bills comin', I got niggas dyin', damn near lost hope Nigga make the wrong joke, he might get smoked You know God didn't pray for lil' Bang 'Cause I got murder on my mind, pussy ain't shit change (Skrrt) I'm just loadin' up the car, nigga, where we goin'? I've been out here tryna slide, I ain't have time to mourn Pray for lil' Bang 'Cause I got murder on my mind, pussy, ain't shit change Lord, tell me if I'm cursed (If I'm cursed) The ones I love, they in jail or in the dirt (In the dirt) Before I had a job, I had learned to put in work (Put in work) Mama said I'm still alive so maybe I should join the church I told her, "I ain't hit 'em second, mama" I'ma hit 'em first (Krr, pow) You know they locked me in a cell and tried to make me turn Don't do no singin' I ain't Usher, they gon' have to let me burn standin' firm (Fuck) Fuck, my dawg just went vet For everyone I lost, I promise one of yours dead To the set what I pledge pray to God I don't miss every time I bow my head They always talkin' about, "Pray" how do a gangsta pray though? Let me know
4 AM in the mornin', havin' a Percocet Niggas been sendin' me threats so I got the curtains cracked Niggas be spinnin' my words 'cause I'm really spinnin' that Gotta be up around 6, gotta take the rental back, ooh How dare you tell these people lies and have them thinkin' you a killer? When you knowin' you ain't half of that Niggas been rappin' 'bout my life and they done ran off with my story
Pussy, I can't give no pass to that Nah, I can't give no past to that Nah, I can't give no past to that Yeah, we know you not half of that No, no, I can't give no past to that
Hated on by my own cousin Before I started buzzin', bitch, I was really thuggin' Mama told me when I was young that I was smart but I was stubborn Jumped up off the porch head first, I was uppin', mm Murder made me, bodies That shit put me through my first semester in college You ever slang that iron for real, shells fallin' You ever watched a soul leave? I doubt it He wanna say he steppin' like me I'm the one who taught him They droppin' day to day if he had a price I prolly bought 'em They tried to press me for a name up in that room I told 'em sorry But they gon' try to twist it like I was talkin'
Nah, I can't give no past to that Nah, I can't give no past to that Yeah, we know you not half of that No, no, I can't give no past to that
Compositores: Norman Payne, Christopher Brandon Frank, Fredick Ii Givens (Fredo Bang) ECAD: Obra #42643389