[Verse 1]
Moma told me it'd be days like this
Where I pray like this
No money left to pay my rent
It's gettin' hard for a n***a just to believe in Jesus
When I feel he doesn't walk with me
Somedays I feel like the devil trynna talk to me
Trynna sell me something what do he want from me
What's a man to do with nun' to lose
Alot to gain and a goddamn baby to feed
I know n***as that hustle and rob
It's not they fault
But n***as ain't givin' out jobs
Livin' through this torture
Lord knows I walked some many miles
Just to see my moma smile
But all of my trials, and tribulations made me stronger
Young n***a surrounded by darkness
Regardless of all of the hardships
The hardest was watching my n***a get put in that coffin
DAMN!
Goddamn man this sh** astounding
ni**a made it from the public housing
ni**as dont know the sh** I go through
In my mind I hear these vocals and it drives me loco
I talk to God and ask him is there a way out
A n***a feelin' like he wanna break down
No money in the safe route
Too many enemies to go and play it safe now
I remember days a n***a had to sleep on floors
My lil' brother out here robbing bout to kick in doors
I dunno for sure if God exist
But if he real
Why the f** would he give me this life
I pray at night so I ain't gotta roam the block
So I ain't gotta hold the Glock
God willin' I could use these God givens
Just to pay the bills
One day ima' make a mill
But still this how i feel
[Pre-Hook]
Somedays I look up to God
And wonder why I am alive
I pray every night
That someone don't go take my life
So that's why I walk with the nine
I gotta survive
Ain't no other way to live
Feelin' like it's do or die
So every time I
Push to my limits
And get it how I live it
n***a I'm tryin'
[Chorus]
I'm just trynna live Righteous
(Young n***a here trynna get 2x)
I'm just trynna live Righteous
(Young n***a here trynna get 2x)
I'm just trynna live Righteous
(Young n***a here live get it 2x)
I'm Just trynna live 2x
I'm just trynna live Righteous
[Verse 2]
I gotta blueprint to the movement
No money on ya mind non-sense hoe
I don't need ya two cents
Truth is I'm workin'
But ain't in the frame of mind to think my life is picture perfect
I see the serpents that's perpin'
Just to see me in them cages or in them graves
I got half a brain to grab the thang
And blast his brains
And gives his a** that Kurt Cobain
Lord forgive I know I'm a sinner
Every breath I inhale I'm stuck in hell
I try to deal with these demons
But Ima keep it real
I can't pretend
My life ain't gettin' better
I'm feelin' bitter
Cause I ain't got sh**
But hol' up
You expect me not to get Berettas
And rob his cheddar and whateva' he got to feed mine
Now how the Hell ima get to Heaven
ni**as wake up early on they born day
Be 20 and be stressin' bout bein' broke
And be guessin' now I gotta grab the weapon
It's automatic how n***as pickin' up Automatics
40 Cal, stickin' to they waist just like a clip on
From the area where hysteria f**in' normal
And n***as claimin' they all gangsta
But just because they hold on a banger don't mean sh**
And n***as ready to die like that's some G sh**
n***as out here claimin'
They gon' bleed with they brothers
And be the first ones to bleed they brothers
They all snakes they all fakes don't trust none
Same ones to smile in ya face
Be the first ones to blow it off
Nun' but violence and sirens
And bodies dropping and dying
Moma prayin' every day did you hear all her cries and
It's funny how a n***a like me can live like this
f** em' all Ima speak my sh**!
[Chrous]
[Pre-Hook]