Rukahs The God - Righteous lyrics

[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]