Intro Lyrics

Uh

So far nigga, so far

So far think I'm too far gone

Too far nigga, too far

I done took it too far

What the heck was I on?

On?

On?

Took it too far

What the heck was I on?

On

On

Yeah

I took no prisoners with the dirt that I dealt  

I laugh at the scars from all the pain that I felt 

This the first and last time a nigga tell on himself 

And not danger one of his loved ones good health 

Let's be clear the nigga that you thought you knew, isn't here 

Don't hold your breath (uh), I owe to all niggas to clear the air 

Be prepared for some of y'all this'll prolly have me revered  

Others prolly make em' scared and wonder why I was spared  

A written testimony of a life that was shared  

Between communion and over charging for smoke that wasn't there 

Got me breaking laws but it's a sin if I swore  

Like God gon' keep my shooters safe He only said that stuff bout a sword 

This what happens when you poor, tryna wait on the Lord 

You get bored jump off the porch travel the ghetto you were born 

I can't die without telling the story you should hear 

So just shut up and listen cuz while living my biggest fear  

(Would you believe me?) 

Uh as my mother sheds a tear 

(Believe me) 

As the pastor says lifts your hands in the air 

(Believe me)  

As my brother tell me signal when someone near 

(Believe me)  

As Momma asks where'd I get things that wasn't there 

I ain't gon' lie I did some things most would see as unlovable  

But being the last born gon' still make you huggable  

Thought of suicide a couple times to be buck with you 

Best you than me clear to cliff niggas like the Huxtables 

niggas telling only time we snitch is on the scale we point em' off  

So if we "show love" they coppin' what they bought and saw 

So if it was true to scale, we were not involved  

My brother switched up and sold white, I told him he evolved 

Around that time, it was conviction that had me not conjoined  

That pressure pointed me to hear sermons and live in one accord  

I slipped up many times with unlocked doors and open bras 

Lust and Loot still down to shoot if it's for one of ours  

Now I could rap these words with my hand on the Bible 

Cuz Paul killed God's people but did more than disciples  

That should tell you that you don't do any better than I do  

What they don't that kill em' hope you live after my truth 

(Would you believe me?) 

Uh as my mother sheds a tear 

(Believe me) 

As the pastor says lifts your hands in the air 

(Believe me)  

As my brother tell me signal when someone near 

(Believe me)  

As Momma asks where'd I get things that wasn't there 

There's ops outside that want my niggas mummied

So they don't wanna hear that the Lord is coming 

I tried to conform em' give em' hope or something 

But we grew up poor so there's only one thing 

The cash money C.R.E.A.M 

They sold us dreams so all we had was Z's  

So ignorance keeps us dead  

It's what they don't know that kills em' yeah

Yeah