Lyrics Luv My Niggaz - Şevin, Dontae, Faith Pettis

Luv My Niggaz

I love my niggas
Dontae the
Paint a perfect picture for the hood
HOGMOB Ministries, love
Let’s go!
I love my niggas
I had to write this one for the hood
Because I love my niggas
I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
To save my niggas
I know the church gon' persecute me, homie
Because I called y’all «niggas»
But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
And kill my niggas
A hundred thousand worth of work off in the duffle bag
Pant sag, blue bandana on my pistol hand
Black Benz, with Sacchi rims and the police cam
Man we gon' eat if it land and it go as planned
Get canned, I be damned if I’m in the pin
Slammed hand washing the drawers of another man
I been converted, now a Christian man
A fisherman, but I’ll still get that guap 'cause I’m a businessman
Root of all evil had ahold of me
Brief summary: he approached me brotherly like he had love for me
Although he bonded me with suffering
What’s puzzling is now I’m bubbling delivered from my hustling
Snatching my niggas out the genocide
It’s been prophesied my possession multiply if He be magnified
I set aside all sin through him is justified
Rise as He specified, succeed because I love my niggas
I love my niggas
I had to write this one for the hood
'Cause I love my niggas
I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
To save my niggas
I know the church gon' persecute me, homie
Because I called y’all «niggas»
But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
And kill my niggas
They say love covers a multitude of sin we in
And the birth of men come from the very turf we bangin' in
Tilt the Henn', pop a pill to make your hands bend
Fornicating with a has-been hid in her bare skin
Lil' mama used to be a ten but drugs done hit her veins
And she sniffin' the cocaine that the homies slang
Father, I pray my work is not in vain
I need You to be the morphine to take away these niggas' pain
For what it’s worth, if I did murk return to Mother Earth
Satan gon' get that work because my hurting can’t be reimbursed
Although I wanna snatch that nigga purse
There ain’t nothing in that faggot purse to get me what my nigga’s worth
And as he lurk among these trenches in the purple shirts
Stay on the alert 'cause I’m in search to find a convert
Build up a church from the same turf my old-school Chevy skrrts
Don’t mind putting in dirty work while mobbing in these Converse
I love my niggas
I had to write this one for the hood
'Cause I love my niggas
I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
To save my niggas
I know the church gon' persecute me, homie
Because I called y’all «niggas»
But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
And kill my niggas
I love my niggas, it’s not to call them ignorant
It’s a term of endearment
You ain’t from it, you can’t feel this
Solidify with the realest, started out at the bottom
A long way from picking cotton where bullets rain in the autumn
My kids raised up in that Sodom and daughters turn baby mamas
Raised by they mamas, street conditioned for the drama
Man, my niggas shared a llama and we sold about the same sack?
He’ll always be my nigga and can’t nobody change that
Married to the game, where the ring at?
He wasn’t loyal to us, had to change that
Flip the page, came to tell you Jesus saves
Whips and chains conditioned, boy, you still a slave
Gettin' paid, go down for the tree and you gettin' hanged
Judge got a noose for ya, I got the truth for ya
He died and rose, imagine what he could do for ya
Set you free, jump in that water and feel the ecstasy
Gotta keep it real, that’s what they expect from me
I love my niggas
I had to write this one for the hood
'Cause I love my niggas
I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
To save my niggas
I know the church gon' persecute me, homie
Because I called y’all «niggas»
But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
And kill my niggas