Yo Gotti - One On One lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti] Make sure you put the autotune on Yeah, yeah Murda on the beat so it’s not nice [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] If I could talk to god like a real n***a one on one, I’d tell him Need my homeboys back, and a couple n***as that’s jailin’ Couple n***as convicted felons I like the church but I don’t trust the reverend Soul been absent in my prescence And am I wrong if I bring my weapon? Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my blessings I’m still stressing so I’m finessing Ain’t holding back, these my confessions If I could talk to god like a real n***a one on one, I’d ask him I see my career goin’ to the next level but my mind goin’ backwards I can’t shake the street sh**, still on the beef sh** Every time I try to do the right thing n***as think I’m on some sweet sh** Then I had to get them choppers out again I tried to retire lord Forgive me for my sins, once and once again Somebody got to die lord I’m like why lord? They think I’m blood, they think I’m vice lord I’m overthinking sh** ’cause I’m paranoid like my homeboys Is they right lord? is they foul lord? Real sh** I’ll take ’em out lord [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If I could talk to god one on one like a real n***a I’d say Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake? Lord can you teach me? please show me the way Lord can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Lil Dora seen me with a strap, ask me daddy what is that? Lil son asked me ’bout Cecil, told him he ain’t coming back My b**h came in, asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof Told ’em gangster baby, one thing about it is I ain’t bulletproof Never hire security ’cause I don’t know what they gon’ do or not Wondering is they gon’ shoot or not Interview like how many n***as you done shot? Old lady in the neighborhood said I’m the devil, she a damn liar See me bustin’ that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side Man I love these lil n***as like these my brothers If any n***as come and touch ’em, I swear to god it’ll crush ’em I can’t let that happen, ‘fore I ever started rappin’ All that sh** I be talking about, I was doin’ that sh** in the hood With all the n***as I be talkin’ ’bout If I could talk to god like a real n***a, ask him please give me back Cecil Please give me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot sh** hurt lord, I ain’t over ’em When the tears come it be pourin’ I know this rap sh** my blessin’, when I ain’t in the hood sh** be gettin’ borin’ I’m so used to hustlin’, I’m so used to thuggin’, I don’t know how to ignore it Grab all my chains, hop in the lambo and just floor it, vroom [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If I could talk to god one on one like a real n***a I’d say Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake? Lord can you teach me? please show me the way Lord can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I used to pray to god to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck When I was dead broke I didn’t have a dollar and I didn’t give a f** I done ran off on the plug twice, he ain’t pickin’ up When we run into ’em, when we put it to ’em like give it up Run it my n***a, we so one hundred my n***a, it’s only a few of us Talkin’ to god, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us ’cause n***as is shady, I tuck the three-eighty You thought I was slippin’, I tore him up Snap on that ngga, no warm up I got the A and I pour it up Touchin’ your city, no tour bus Diamonds they drippin’ like water Have it your way like it’s Burger King n***a can I take your order? We sellin’ work like it’s Medellin I’m turnin’ three in the four door Watch for the D’s and the tourists Prayin’ we never get caught up, god bless [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If I could talk to god one on one like a real n***a I’d say Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake? Lord can you teach me? please show me the way Lord can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah