[Hook] [BUSTA] God I know I've done got away with a lot I've been keeping account Figured I'd holla at you for my blessings [?] Before I kneel down and a choir would sing A sprinkle holy water on me, Please I need your help with some things It's mostly complicated lord, I got me sick in the head I conversate with people who died like I speak with the dead Laying down with chicks with no feelings, it's like I sleep with the dead I fed a lot of people poison, now I eat with the dead Forgive me for the nega-tive Things I do and things that I said in order Take it for granted that my words are being recorded Cheat, lie, deceit, sold d** and f**ed my mistress Forgive me for the company I kept and murders I witnessed Thus I never stole a switch and always stayed of my grind The older folks would try and talk to me and I pay 'em no mind The old timers, they used to say the devil is coming to get you Stay on that path, better hope that god is walking it with you I hope you listening and your hearing my clear I strive to never say your name in vain Or ever beg for mercy in fear Every money option minimal for feeding my fam Just tryna secure the food, minus the blood on my hands A couple youngin' follow what we do The sh** is astounding You can see the wicked in they eye and know the devils' around them Until it's time, I wait for your arrival Stick with survival and continue to walk with your blessings My gun, and my Bible Hope you forgive me lord [Hook] [NAS] Mossberg on me, up early Now what's the verdict? Perspiring, paranoid, peak from curtains Hearing voices, church lady gave me holy water Plus some stuff to smear ointments All over the skin, I hear it over again Voices blow in the wind Telling me foes is coming for revenge Giving me choices, there that voice goes again No applause, no air time No need for the floss or "I don't care" rhyme No studio session needed to air mines Here lies a dude who did it I'm a fool at the pulpit My j**elry dripping My uzi slipping I interrupt his eulogy Excuse me y'all--sipping Something to soothe me Talk about my dude, I miss him Father's a pimp, his mom a Christian Laying there shivering, what's his religion? The choir's a liar, songs they singing are repulsive Preacher man tell it how it was, it went [Hook] Rough around the edges And the edges stick way out