Deniro Farrar - Rebirth / Hold On lyrics

Lord, forgive me 'cause the way I'm living They say what goes around comes around I'm gonna get what's coming to me Guess I'll be strapped up till they lay me down And I done did too much to say I never go to church and barely pray Lately I've been going through some things Hell, what the f** I'm supposed to say? 'Cause I just had two baby boys I'm always calling their mama's out their name When I get caught in my emotions Lord, I swear I'm tryna make a change Ain't wrote my brother Tune in the month But I'm always texting with these hoes Feel bad whenever he call my phone He had a court and I ain't even show And my little brother looking up to me Lord, I swear I ain't no role model My uncle a f**ing alcoholic Can't even eat unless he got a bottle I been stressing about that money lately It got me 'bout to rob a f**ing bank And my mama f** with b**hes now I could judge her, but I really can't 'Cause the way I'm living ain't no better I said the way I'm living ain't no better I just got in beef with what's his name So now I'm riding strapped with my Beretta Laying in my bed, can't get sleep Eyes wide open and I'm staring at the ceiling 99 problems but I really got a million You don't know my struggle so don't tell me that you feel it Spit it from the heart, I know they gonna feel it I was born real so cowards gonna feel me Watching my back 'cause I know they wanna k** me Don't go nowhere without my semi Daddy was a k**er so the bloodline in me Heart of a lion even though a n***a skinny Come to my hood and you gonna see plenty Matchbox chevy with the hubcap missin' n***as on dope walk around all timid Dope dealer pa** through the hood in a Bentley Never gave back to the hood where I'm from So the n***as from the block where I'm from gonna get it n***as get money and they act like b**hes n***as get money and they act like b**hes Till they head get bust and they a** need stitches Blinded by the greed so you better pay attention Money don't make you real, my n***a Better run a valuable motherf**ing dollar 'Fore them hungry n***as break you of something proper City of the Angels where they ride with them choppers Eat, sh**, sleep and even die with the chopper I ain't got nowhere to go, my n***a Got beat down to the floor, my n***a Hurt so bad and it show, my n***a They kept saying that I wouldn't be sh** 'Cause I grew up so poor, my n***a Well I'mma tell y'all like my n***a tell me While I see it well enough they never grow, my n***a Laying in my bed, can't get sleep Eyes wide open and I'm staring at the ceiling Never go to church and my momma's feeling hurt Praying at night 'cause she know that I'm sinning Best coming so you know I gotta get it Money coming fast so you know that's how I'm spending I ain't got credit so the whips on me when I drop out work another day you rented Unmarked car keep riding through the hood, with the Feds in the town and they might be in it n***as on tha westside just got bopped with a couple of 'em blocks so they might be snitching Calling my phone, wanna talk about business Ain't it f**ed up because I smell something fishy Everyone's f**ed, tryna handle my business Trigger finger itching and my eyeballs twitchin All this work in the goddamn kitchen Everytime I cook, a n***a get nauseous Peepin out my blinds because the chopper feelin cautious Runnin from the law, got a n***a so exhausted That's all I know my n***a, ya'll hardhead and it shows my n***a Money be the root of all evil, gotta watch your people sometimes you don't know them n***as But that's how it goes my n***a, got beat down to the floor my n***a Hurt so bad and it show, my n***a They kept saying that I wouldn't be sh** 'Cause I grew up so poor, my n***a Well I'mma tell y'all like my n***a tell me While I see it well enough they never grow, my n***a