Look
Switched my bibles out for rifles, ain't talk to God in a while
Every time I call Him on that FaceTime, He press decline
Tell my brother that I love him, ain't talk to him in a while
Had a baby with a lady, don't know if the kid is my child
Never praise You when I'm up, only call on You when I'm down
Living reckless, young, and wild, did regretful shit as a child
I'm much older and wiser now, but I'm a sinner
If I wished death on a couple niggas would You forgive me or strike me down?
Is it Heaven for a gangster, is it Heaven for a G?
The ones that rob, shoot, and shank you, but still take care families?
Rest in peace to little Kwame, lost his life at twenty-three
He got blicked tryna hit a lick, he shoulda stuck to selling Ps
Tell little Andrew that I love him, that goofy shit wasn't 'posed to happen
Him and his partner was playing with the llama and it accidentally clapped him
His brother, father, and his mama tried to put the blame on me
At the candlelight had to clutch my pipe
'cause the vibe ain't right, somebody might backdoor me
I heard they moved yo' dead body
From the crib to the coroner and they drove to the bridge
I don't want to say his name but what's-him-name gonna die for the shit he did
Father God, I'm not just talkin', hear me knocking, let me in
I miss Money Du the most, can't forget about Lulu and Ghost
I don't gotta chit-chat 'bout a little get back, Father God already know
Both of their killers dead and gone, for Lu and Ghost, we do the most
Ain't have nothin' to do with that, but I'm cool with that, still miss my folks
Gotta be Heaven for a G, if not, tell me God where I'm 'posed to go
Switched my bibles out for rifles, ain't talk to God in a while
Every time I call Him on that FaceTime, He press decline
Tell my brother that I love him, ain't talk to him in a while
Had a baby with a lady, don't know if the kid is my child
Never praise You when I'm up, only call on You when I'm down
Living reckless, young, and wild, did regretful shit as a child
I'm much older and wiser now, but I'm a sinner
If I wished death on a couple niggas would You forgive me or strike me down?
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Look
Switched my bibles out for rifles, ain't talk to God in a while
Every time I call Him on that FaceTime, He press decline
Tell my brother that I love him, ain't talk to him in a while
Had a baby with a lady, don't know if the kid is my child
Never praise You when I'm up, only call on You when I'm down
Living reckless, young, and wild, did regretful shit as a child
I'm much older and wiser now, but I'm a sinner
If I wished death on a couple niggas would You forgive me or strike me down?
Is it Heaven for a gangster, is it Heaven for a G?
The ones that rob, shoot, and shank you, but still take care families?
Rest in peace to little Kwame, lost his life at twenty-three
He got blicked tryna hit a lick, he shoulda stuck to selling Ps
Tell little Andrew that I love him, that goofy shit wasn't 'posed to happen
Him and his partner was playing with the llama and it accidentally clapped him
His brother, father, and his mama tried to put the blame on me
At the candlelight had to clutch my pipe
'cause the vibe ain't right, somebody might backdoor me
I heard they moved yo' dead body
From the crib to the coroner and they drove to the bridge
I don't want to say his name but what's-him-name gonna die for the shit he did
Father God, I'm not just talkin', hear me knocking, let me in
I miss Money Du the most, can't forget about Lulu and Ghost
I don't gotta chit-chat 'bout a little get back, Father God already know
Both of their killers dead and gone, for Lu and Ghost, we do the most
Ain't have nothin' to do with that, but I'm cool with that, still miss my folks
Gotta be Heaven for a G, if not, tell me God where I'm 'posed to go
Switched my bibles out for rifles, ain't talk to God in a while
Every time I call Him on that FaceTime, He press decline
Tell my brother that I love him, ain't talk to him in a while
Had a baby with a lady, don't know if the kid is my child
Never praise You when I'm up, only call on You when I'm down
Living reckless, young, and wild, did regretful shit as a child
I'm much older and wiser now, but I'm a sinner
If I wished death on a couple niggas would You forgive me or strike me down?
Switched my bibles out for rifles, ain't talk to God in a while
Every time I call Him on that FaceTime, He press decline
Tell my brother that I love him, ain't talk to him in a while
Had a baby with a lady, don't know if the kid is my child
Never praise You when I'm up, only call on You when I'm down
Living reckless, young, and wild, did regretful shit as a child
I'm much older and wiser now, but I'm a sinner
If I wished death on a couple niggas would You forgive me or strike me down?
Is it Heaven for a gangster, is it Heaven for a G?
The ones that rob, shoot, and shank you, but still take care families?
Rest in peace to little Kwame, lost his life at twenty-three
He got blicked tryna hit a lick, he shoulda stuck to selling Ps
Tell little Andrew that I love him, that goofy shit wasn't 'posed to happen
Him and his partner was playing with the llama and it accidentally clapped him
His brother, father, and his mama tried to put the blame on me
At the candlelight had to clutch my pipe
'cause the vibe ain't right, somebody might backdoor me
I heard they moved yo' dead body
From the crib to the coroner and they drove to the bridge
I don't want to say his name but what's-him-name gonna die for the shit he did
Father God, I'm not just talkin', hear me knocking, let me in
I miss Money Du the most, can't forget about Lulu and Ghost
I don't gotta chit-chat 'bout a little get back, Father God already know
Both of their killers dead and gone, for Lu and Ghost, we do the most
Ain't have nothin' to do with that, but I'm cool with that, still miss my folks
Gotta be Heaven for a G, if not, tell me God where I'm 'posed to go
Switched my bibles out for rifles, ain't talk to God in a while
Every time I call Him on that FaceTime, He press decline
Tell my brother that I love him, ain't talk to him in a while
Had a baby with a lady, don't know if the kid is my child
Never praise You when I'm up, only call on You when I'm down
Living reckless, young, and wild, did regretful shit as a child
I'm much older and wiser now, but I'm a sinner
If I wished death on a couple niggas would You forgive me or strike me down?
Writer: Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group