[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Early morning trappin', had to get it all day
Rats in them hood streets, piss up in them hallways
Daddy said he was comin', and I was waitin' all day
I got caught up movin' rounds, same excuse always
It's why I don't trust people, that's how I give it up
Nothin' come with disappointments when you give a fuck
Why should He answer my mama prayers
When I caused a nigga's mama grief?
I'm way too personal for these kinda beats
Still young, the hood need us
But I'm torn between the life, the sets, and these drugs
And these groupies and the skeezers
The pictures and the tweeters, bury me with the .40
No disrespect but I never met this so-called Jesus
It could be the drugs, or the is's turned was
You know the friends, the bitches
Man, everything switches
Only thing promised is the ditches
Either they miss you or good riddance
Of course some niggas slippin' with that llama
What if that 3AM call was to my mama?
Damn, what if that 3AM call was to my mama?!
[Hook: Emanny]
In and out of the streets
Just tryin' to stay alive
Lookin' up to the sky
But you get no reply
We keep on prayin', oh
But ain't nothin' changin', no
Ain't nothin' changin'
Early morning trappin', had to get it all day
Rats in them hood streets, piss up in them hallways
Daddy said he was comin', and I was waitin' all day
I got caught up movin' rounds, same excuse always
It's why I don't trust people, that's how I give it up
Nothin' come with disappointments when you give a fuck
Why should He answer my mama prayers
When I caused a nigga's mama grief?
I'm way too personal for these kinda beats
Still young, the hood need us
But I'm torn between the life, the sets, and these drugs
And these groupies and the skeezers
The pictures and the tweeters, bury me with the .40
No disrespect but I never met this so-called Jesus
It could be the drugs, or the is's turned was
You know the friends, the bitches
Man, everything switches
Only thing promised is the ditches
Either they miss you or good riddance
Of course some niggas slippin' with that llama
What if that 3AM call was to my mama?
Damn, what if that 3AM call was to my mama?!
[Hook: Emanny]
In and out of the streets
Just tryin' to stay alive
Lookin' up to the sky
But you get no reply
We keep on prayin', oh
But ain't nothin' changin', no
Ain't nothin' changin'
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