| Born and raised in Cutter Hay off Clara
|
| Compton off Elva one twenty and fronted with young ins
|
| Who clutched hammers in back packs
|
| Down to the Zack Pack and around
|
| Where they pull out the pound quick as hashtag and at ya
|
| I ain’t get saved up in the burbs, wasn’t the one clutching the gun
|
| But I remember ducking from one, hugging the curb
|
| Young in disturbed, a hustler’s son, mother was stern
|
| Click shady with no love for the Son
|
| So don’t look at me like this came easy
|
| With one click of the tab you probably dig up my past
|
| And find stains easy, I been afflicted addicted and cast
|
| Into the trash I paint a picture of that to say He ain’t leave me
|
| He picked up my tab so before I ever flip on my dad
|
| To be a sinner with cash let His gates receive me
|
| I see the grave before I skate or pepper spray on Him
|
| Look the Lord dead in His face and pull a Ma$e on him
|
| They say
|
| I hear where you coming from but I be in the hood
|
| All I see is murder, murder, but you say that God is good
|
| I been thinking a whole a lot about it lately
|
| It got to be a reason He ain’t take me
|
| If he can save me, If he can save me
|
| He can do it for anybody, do it for anybody
|
| If he can save me, If he can save me
|
| He can do it for anybody, do it for anybody
|
| You going to have to show me what you live for
|
| And how it’s better than this God I go in for
|
| If you say the dollar sign you cannot deny
|
| That you got a God homie because somebody got to print those
|
| You telling me the streets is what has you
|
| You telling me the streets is the cancer
|
| I’ve never been a genius in math but
|
| If the streets the problem they can’t be the answer
|
| They got my little brother on lockdown
|
| Little homie fresh doing ten in the box now
|
| Spent years telling them what I’m telling y’all now
|
| Praying that you listen before you hit that prison compound
|
| Everybody wait until it’s too late
|
| Three to five got you trying to move straight
|
| The D.A. |
| cut a deal and you skate
|
| Hell is real ain’t no cutting deals at them two gates
|
| They say
|
| I hear where you coming from but I be in the hood
|
| All I see is murder, murder, but you say that God is good
|
| I been thinking a whole a lot about it lately
|
| It got to be a reason He ain’t take me
|
| If he can save me, If he can save me
|
| He can do it for anybody, do it for anybody
|
| If he can save me, If he can save me
|
| He can do it for anybody, do it for anybody |