Jim Jones - True Religion lyrics

Don't get caught up Most of my n***as just wanna get money Fast money Every dollar comes with a consequence Where I'm from Imagine God as he came, are we meant to sell? Just like we playing in this game, are we meant to fell? Well they can poison up your name, n***as sent from hell Or better yet it's like I'm playin' in the NFL Because I'm kneeling to the game like T-Bow Feds watch 'em like they got me on TiVo And I'll be jumping on them planes blowing weed smoke She give 'em brains to complain about the weed smoke And I'm a rider boy like Steve Phill You know I love to flap toys in the speed boat Most n***as know the plans but they never play Talkin' 'bout them AK that they never spray Or talk about places that they never stay My n***as been playin' since I'm lovin' great Pop they crack, poppin' bottles in that tunnel club My first drop top, that was summer love They got me in deep, thought an*lyzing Used to stand over the pot while the grams was rising Clean your whole block like I'm sanitizing Most n***as don't see it 'til their hammer's rising His demma us, n***a choose a side Don't get caught in cross fires when the shoot is right And now I built for it n***a choose a lane Seen n***as get k**ed for it, choose your game I pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I hope to see the light of the dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the morn' Imagine if the money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell True religion demma sit with drug money Contract k**er, we call that blood money Used to get it now they ratting for the fuzz money Can't stand a young'un on the come up so they mug funny I see no p**y n***a k** a n***a no harsh My block hot but bail's posted with a cold heart Milk sittin' off of 25, no shot Chances of makin' it out the gutter, no shot My young boys on the come up and they bustin' it straight Robbin' n***as ain't sh**, they ain't for no hustlin' Bag a b**h that's slidin' for no coffin If it ain't money on my mind, just raise a show, I'm stuntin' Rick's rock solid, thinkin' ways to break 'em quicker Dead presidents, I'm thinking ways to make 'em flicker You a s**er for love, I'm a heartbreakin' n***a Old school rip or get the cake to wasted, n***a I pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I hope to see the light of the dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the morn' Imagine if the money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell Hot dang, had to spend days, had to spress weeks to the PO Plus your boys play with more keys than a CO But now, these snitch n***as singin' like Neo But talkin' 'bout me for how you floatin' 'round Nemo That ain't a threat, that's a promise I had your family emotional just like Carl Thomas My b**h leam and she to live fo' She rather get f**ed when I hang 'er from out of the car window I'm a hustler, my dream's in the freezer Yea, I'm f**in' with keys but I don't mean Alicia Darked out, you a G through the speaker My guns from across seas, it came hell a cheaper We can go morgue n***a, sort it like Collar Band Shouts to the peers from Clinton Max to power tab A sh** bird got to the tax & cab They rep the same color that be on the maxi pad I pray to see my rights and my wrongs Forgive me for this life that was taught I hope to see the light of the dawn So we hustle every day and break night to the morn' Imagine if the money was my new religion Power, always keep it as my true religion And if you go broke then you go to hell And if you go broke then you go to hell