Momma I came up
Cold as hell in New York but I flame up
Straight up out that dirty type of sh** you cannot clean up
A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up
Now any n***a out there gunning for me
Gotta aim up
Say what
n***as ask me what the Ville be like
Just tell em that it's real
Hoping that they me feel me, right
I'm so bright
I close my eyes and I can still see light
I'm so live you motherf**ers gotta k** me twice
Man I promise I'm murdering cla**ics, paying my homage
The fifteenth of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed
Said the rent's due on the first
But he don't know the sh** I been through and it hurts
Can't wait to blow
Yeah, I think about heaven sometimes
Can't wait to go
If it's real will I even get in
I ain't fo' sure
Cause I've been sinning
Getting bent it's been a minute since I been
Up in a church
Only time is when my friend up in a hearse
Lord, I'm praying for me my Momma
I just went up in her purse
Not to steal
All I saw was some bills and not a dollar
In sight
In time she'll live the more desirable life
I'm chasing money
And dreams only God got the means to take em from me
I scheme while I'm riding through Queens
I ain't no dummy
A Fayettenam repper 'til the day that I'm gone
n***a get your weight up all the way up if you hating on me
Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me
I'm hot like Satan just laying on me
So when you get to hell you can say you know me
I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me
So when you get to hell, you can say you know me