Ghetto Gospel

Yeah, yo missed three holidays, cuz Motherfuckin' Christmas, then New Year's, And then Sevyn birthday, You feel me Hell yeah, yo daughter birthday, Yo was locked up and shit This shit was just a week ago, a week ago, Yo tweakn Cu motherfuckin' on Christmas Day Yo got booked Feel like I deserve a trophy All the shit, I survived All the pain, seen in my life All them days, try and get it right Long days, long cold nights In a field, I ain't tryna die Seen way to many, homicides With my eyes, that's why I'm traumatized And got it on my side Not knowin' I ain't got too cuz God on my side Yeah, Feel like an angel with me Every time I spit these verses, Its ghetto gospel Yeah woah Feel like an angel with me Every time I spit these verses, It's ghetto gospel Yeah woah Feel like an angel with me Every time I spit these verses, It's ghetto gospel Done everything in the streets I remember feelin' like I ran out of options Took so many losses, it was stressin' me But I can't trip at all, Cuz God just keep on blessin' me So many crossed me, But know God just keep protectin' me Even when I feel weak, He won't let me accept defeat I was down, Ain't think that it was nothin' left in me Look to the front, the back, The right, and to the left of me Ain't see nobody there, But I still had to keep it G Them crackers did me dirty, Locked me up, lost 30 G's They stole my bag, two phones, And everything up in my jeans They really stole way more, But I can't tell you everything But I can tell you They work for the devil every day I'm really stressin' every day, They lock my bros away Feel like Lil Uzi Vert All My friends is dead or locked in the feds How J budd do like 10, And then go right back in Wasn't even home a year, I know that n***a sick Free Reddy, hold your head, That was some racist shit How you get 20 years? All over a Bitch Speakin' up over a bitch Bro locked right now over a bitch, tryna come Home to his kid So free that n***a, Marley too And shout out to that n***a Lu, He call me with the news They say that n***a dramo, snitchin' That hurt if it's true Never seen my grandpa free, Been in the feds like 40 years And still got more years ahead Feel like I deserve a trophies All the shit I survived All the pain, sin in my life All them days, try and get it right Long days, long cold nights In a field, I ain't tryna die Seen way too many homicides With my eyes, that's why I'm traumatized And got it on my side, Not knowin' I ain't got to Cause God on my side Yeah, feel like an angel with me Every time I spit these verses, it's Ghetto Gospel Yeah, woah Feel like an angel with me Every time I spit these verses, it's Ghetto Gospel Yeah, woah And the wind in my hair My feet are made of clay Cause you want my hand Let's drive through city lights And take it slow Breathin' and screamin' loud My body low, my body low