Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Help Us, artist - Şevin. Album song From the Park to the Palace, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.11.2017
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Help Us |
| Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us |
| Forever mobbin' |
| Let’s go |
| Yuh |
| Street smart intellectual |
| G card reptible |
| At start half the mom and pops |
| Split apart sectional, yeah |
| Shot a Glock before I ever dropped my testicles |
| Hatin' on the next mans spot |
| That’s where I set you |
| Youngin' with a onion to pound |
| Breakin down the dimes |
| Sippin' NyQuil before ever pourin' the slime |
| Bro said they might tell |
| Supply yourself through the crime |
| I’m the type well just reppin' my kind |
| Neighborhood hobby catch a body it’s a safety net |
| Poppin off a Bobby asking God why you ain’t take me yet |
| Probably kept mo' bad dreams than a Navy vet |
| Listen to a Christian walk with Christ take baby steps |
| G more I miss em for swishas |
| Grabbin the change pop |
| Thugs and a sinner who wondering when the pain stop |
| Drugs for dinner up in hell burnin' the flames high |
| Lovin' the winter hiding tears still the rains drop |
| Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us |
| Yeah we carrying guilt |
| So please don’t hold your peace |
| If we’re buried in filth |
| Too many sheep gettin' buried in silk |
| Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us |
| For real I’m up to my neck in regrets and apologies |
| I’m ready to confess and tell you yes if you say follow me |
| It’s real |
| Ay |
| Flow mine like a buoy |
| Slow mob in a buie |
| Beneath the city lights |
| And getting right i learned to find beauty within this gritty life |
| E’ery thing cost |
| To be the boss it’s a pretty price |
| Where niggas starvin' for the cheese like some skinny mice |
| Before the karma and the drama it was kinda fun |
| Kickin' up dust we heard the sirens then it’s time to run |
| Stole my first Llama cuz my momma wouldn’t buy me one |
| By age 15 had me playin with a tommy gun |
| I stashed the cush in the bush by my parent’s house |
| And used to keep my jackets outside |
| Trying to air em out |
| Dippin in a stolo screamin yolo |
| Since knee high it was Levi’s and All-Stars |
| Was never into Polo |
| It’s hot here we survivin through the sauna |
| Get tied into the drama just for trying to prove your honor |
| And you gotta be a rider when your rivals movin' on ya |
| Left leakin out your vitals hopin God will move up on ya |
| The gang flame we bang the sunset when the night came |
| Jail bound I’m workin on my knife game |
| We fry with no education or ride with no hesitation |
| And die for our reputation putting gouda over Christ’s name |
| Young nigga with depression in his eyes |
| I’m losing all my homies in this wretched genocide |
| When they stretched him they left him with intestines on his thighs |
| I just pray he found his lessons when he died |
| But I know the truth |
| I used to be deceived as they come |
| Smokin weed holding peas throwin bees with a gun |
| I was claimin' I loved God but not receivin' His Son |
| As if He was never grieved when He sees what I’ve done |
| If them shells rained and murder me was headed for hells flames |
| Eternally I thank you for turning me undeservedley |
| I used to pray nervously |
| But now I pray fervently ya purchased me and purposed me |
| To serve you over currency |
| Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us |
| Yeah we carrying guilt |
| So please don’t hold your peace |
| If we’re buried in filth |
| Too many sheep gettin' buried in silk |
| Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us |
| For real I’m up to my neck in regrets and apologies |
| I’m ready to confess and tell you yes if you say follow me |