Blind Threats (Explicit)

Right  uh  same **** every day  homie
Lord  please forgive me for all my sins
Yeah  ni**a wake up to the same **** every day  homie
Walking in the valley of the shadow of death  no rules  right
Washing my sins off in hell's water
Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down  put my faith in 'em  will you answer me
But if God won't help me  this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way
Uh  four corners
Cat and mouse chase  got cheese to catch
High on on some ****  I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more
Trapping  trying to make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge  hell a block away
Pretty Snow White turned eight today
Selling that base  no Dr  Dre
Uh  guess who in the building
Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim
Uh  kneeling down with some questions to address like
Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best
The Ten Commandments  I can mark five checks
But I sense flaws  the Bible preaching blind threats
Streets held me down  got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five  I call it the clarinet
Sewer full of ***** when the toilet digests
From the cop raid  all can relate from the streets
To the wall from niggas to compadres
When the sun go down  I'm predicting a heatwave
Forecast your whole body  heat on  room full of homies
I just pray that the Lord got me
But if God won't help me  this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check  mic check  mic check
La-la  la-la  low-low  la-la  la-la  low
La-la  la-la  low-low  la-la  la-la  low
But if God won't help me  this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way
Aim that  shoot that  pledge allegiance
Kill mine  kill yours  make it even
Soul need saving  Mr  Preacher
I know I only come around when it's Easter
Funerals  Thanksgiving  Christmas time
When I'm in jail or when my card declined
Uh  will you answer me
Take me out of hell and make plans for me
Misery loves company  ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas  we was trying to survive
But we would never make it out alive
****  we living to die  oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
Running through the ally  hope the bullet don't collide
Car window shattered  glass on my right side
Dogs bark in the backyard  root for me
Out of shape belly  courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child  baby boy Jody
Same jacket on from back in the day
Praying that the Lord come and take me away
But if God won't help me  this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check  mic check  mic check
La-la  la-la  low-low  la-la  la-la  low
La-la  la-la  low-low  la-la  la-la  low
But if God won't help me  this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way
It go tuna fish sandwiches bread  dry snaking
Black Lincoln  burgundy Mac  I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinking
On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah  money is the issue  I diss you
It's no problem at all  yo  the bunch on the pistol
Cause I'm a suitcase king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin
New Beige Bent  we stay winning  play it again  yo
Put the bone in your jaw  now say it again
Round nightfall under the tents  coming to rinse
Get out the way or let the shotty dispense
Revenge killers who make the events iller
This is more realer  snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up  coupes knows the truth
You know the whoopty-whoop  solo or group  I kill niggas