Jim Jones - My My My lyrics

N they shootin, I must be on top (it's clear up here) We coopin we must be inta trouble, Some hard type sh** that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes me laugh ha, life is so ironic, How I would get tha cash I become so iconable Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel I live the life that's filled with the jealousy Doomed from the start its like we born wit a felony Where's the longevity We in the place where best friends become enemies And foul n**uhs got the tendency You gotta watch what you wish for I hope to god its on a switchboard When I'm tryin to say a prayer and I'm callin' hope you listen lord See its just my position lord Gotta me smokin on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky Make it rain so I know the doves cry. [Chorus] Lord do you hear me praying, when I'm lookin' at the sky I hope you can hear what I'm saying Its like my, my, my I'm not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry I know you can see what I'm saying Its like my, my, my Its like my, my, my Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain That must you and god in heaven poppin' champagne And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami You got bent p**y it was your first trip wit me We was goin' hard to many bottles up in free-vay You was goin' crazy wit my Haitian man t-sway Pa** that on the twins I had teesh fer like three days And I can't forget you're be-day We had dead body tap we was deeper then aye And now I'm just wishin' I could see a n**uh face And they k**, bang bang, did you get it wit em yet And its a damn shame because n**uhs still upset Like chita chala god musta needed y'all I think about the street dream saw how we were born But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers That are dear friends of me [Chorus] To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most I'm doin' way to much I'm playin' d**h to close I'm think bout the thought of goin' back to court For the petty little games I really should avoid But its the calculator risk on how we make the chip Realizin' if I slip its a bottomless pit If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile I thank god that I'm alive to see a black president We screamin' yes we can but that won't change the deficit That ain't really even the best of it, You catch me in the streets I will surly tell you the rest of it [Chorus]