Gospel Lyrics

I just hope I live to see a nigga touch a mill

Everyday we grievin' cause them homies gettin' killed

Should've seen the NBA or NFL, these niggas skilled

Momma's cryin', baby boy ain't live the life he ain't fulfill

I think about my dogs them fallen soldiers, give me chills

I wish you seen the work we put in for this shit for real

But if you don't agree with what me and my niggas built

Just keep yourself away from you end up like Emmett Till

I'm the realest one, I love to tell them that I'm real

Block was full of shooters, Dinwidde and Bradley Beal

Sharper than a knife, you know my heart was full of steel

That boy was sweepin' shit, them lawyers want him to appeal

His momma screamin' innocent, but he ain't wanna tell her

Scared to live his life behind them bars and gettin' letters

Was bout to graduate, this nigga fuckin' up his cheddar

But now he full of pain and he gon' live with this forever

They say I rap like I'm a preacher, but I'm scared to go to church

My brother doin' 50 in the cell, that nigga hurt

Other brother gone, they puttin' faces on the merch

I know a nigga died while his girl was givin' birth

Is this the shit that karma do when niggas doin' dirt

His son ain't even one, he seen his daddy on a shirt

Look over your shoulders, you paranoid or alert

My brody praise the Allah, he tryin' get me to convert

I gotta come in first, cause I can never come in second

If you ain't God first, then you won't live to see a second

Shorty told me pull up, I'ma be there in a second

And when I have a son, I might just name his ass a second

Mirrors be the worst when you can't stand in your reflection

You tryna find a lane, but you can't pick the right direction

Walkin' with that glizzy, claimin' that it's for protection

The feds done did a sweep, they addin' shit to they collection

I just hope I live to see a nigga touch a mill

Everyday we grievin' cause them homies gettin' killed

Shoulda seen the NBA or NFL, these niggas skilled

Momma's cryin', baby boy ain't live the life he ain't fulfill

I think about my dogs, them fallen soldiers give me chills

And wish you seen the work we put in for that shit for real

And if you don't agree with what me and my niggas built

Just keep yourself away from you, end up like Emmett Till

For real