$avage of FGE - 6 God (Remix) lyrics

[Verse: $avage] Bop! Bop! Bop! Gunshots by the bus stop Go to school with the tool in the lunchbox Slung rock, 6 foot no jumpshot n***as die young, coming where I'm from Man it's hot up in the 309 So you gotta keep a 9 Youngins got stripes, f** Adidas signs But I'm trying to find the peace of mind Blowing loud, thinking all about the n***as that I had to leave behind My uncle in the jail n***a (yeah his a** gone) Over 10 in the cell n***a (sent his a** home) Rest in peace my homies dead Hope I see them boys again That's heaven or hell n***a (gripping on the chrome) While I'm thinking 'bout a crime Selling dimes Need a dime Times hard so my momma got another job Bill due, told the plug that I need 2 Need food, then a motherf**er getting robbed Went from roaches in the kitchen Paper plates, it wasn't dishes Ramen noodles, that's all that I ate n***a Other sh** was too expensive, knew I had to make a difference So I prayed and asked God for a way n***a And he told me make music, grind hard Stay to it man, made me wanna sing like Drake do it Ohhh I'm just playing but I'm plotting on a milly Going hard like I can't do it n***a whatever it takes, do it If you gotta rob a bank with a mask and a cape, do it Putting money in the safe But I'm thinking about the day that my family's in a place with a gate to it [?] safe for my brother, he can play in the streets, not worrying about gangs or straight bullets Cause in the 9 n***as dying all the time Cross me like a finish line bullets race through him Bang Got a AK in the 8th grade Same n***as in the gang ain't a thing changed But I'm tryna get some money, on the come up with my brothers If you n***as play with 'em then it's bang bang, bang And I ain't one to rap boy 15 with the dreams of a jack boy And n***a I don't ever snitch But you could call me a rat Cause if it's cheese in your trap Imma snap boy Why they had to [?] But I know you ain't gone you just moved to a safe place More money, more problems And they had to [?] So before they touch a mil' Imma say grace Dear Father, Imma sinner And forgive me, cause I swear Imma k**er You could sort 'em out when I send 'em Had a dream to be a sinner, cause Kareem was my n***a But I ain't have a sky hook But my punchlines landing like a right hook So I stopped shooting bricks, and I started moving zips Grams for the 15, I got a nice cook And if you want a feature, you better come up with the cheddar for the 15, you could get a nice hook Baretta underneath the sweater Try to setup you'll get wet up Over 15, you'll get you're life took God