LORD WHY Lyrics

My life is a struggle man

Is life of struggle but is it a struggle or is it how you make it

Lord why do I keep struggling

Are you going to answer my prayers or leave me wondering

Am I headed in the right direction

Does my life need a little more perfection

Till I get an answer I'm going to keep packing my weapon

I'm going to keep counting my blessings

Hoping that I learned from my lessons

Lord why does it seem

Like I'm constantly swimming upstream

I dropped to my knees asking God what does this all mean

Even though I keep my record clean

Why does seem like I keep suffering

I try to move forward but I'm still stuck buffering

Constantly budgeting

Between 20 and $100 bills

Man God I want to know how it feels

To have a bank statement showing at least a couple mill

Holding strong

Maybe if I release one of my songs

The public know that I got some skills

I'm the real deal

Pass me the kill

As I switch to the next verse

All y'all been down and watch me rehearse

Watch me give it all I'm worth

Even see me go through several skirts

And those are you

I even shared a few

Yeah kick it with the down ass crew

But they ain't doing any better than me

They still stuck in a rut just like me

But Mr e

Im gonna to make a change you see

I wanna be Rolling Bentleys

stacking up Gs

Better believe

Your gonna be a change in me

Lord why do I keep struggling

Are you going to answer my prayers or leave me wondering

Am I headed in the right direction

Does my life need a little more perfection

Till I get an answer I'm going to keep packing my weapon

I'm going to keep counting my blessings

Hoping that I learned from my lessons

I'm going to keep this computer in my lap

Keep downloading these beats and recording these tracks

As long as I'm sticking with the beat

And I keep my lyrics deep

I'm going to keep

Typing in this Samsung Galaxy

I might get one of these wraps

To put me on the map

Why is the only thing I'm good at

Is moving backwards

Everything I touch ends in disaster

Lord will you give me an answer

If I'm supposed to forgive my trespassers

Why am I not forgiven for those trespassed

Do I got enough life underneath my grasp

With the sins of the father haven't I learned enough in the past

Fuck it

Keep going

Keep flowing

Like I filled up with gas

On a whole new mission

In transition to a better position

I got the ambition and ammunition

To spit out lyrics like a AR-15

Smash on the gas

In that ass fast

Like a mustang saleen

I'll keep writing

I'll keep rhyming

Until I'm a like fine tuned machine

Then infiltrate the rap game like a Marine

Dive right in like a submarine

And from what I've foreseen in my dreams

No longer eating bologna sandwiches

All about three course cuisine

Got sticks with infrared beams

got Bricks in trunks of limousines

so many tricks and treats like Halloween

Now I got chicks jumping on my dick like a trampoline