Conversation With God

(Aye) (Oh yea yea) Look damn near lost my life I woke up At 202 I know the opps a lot of things but They ain’t bulletproof A lot of folk tried to count me out But god I’m still the one If they got to take my soul then Let my will be done (Yea yea) Say this a dirty game I would’ve never hoped off the Porch if I couldn’t stand the rain Ever since my great grandma died This shit ain’t been the same But I’d rather cry about my past in That 2020 wraith (Yea yea) I done see a lot of caskets Smoke I’m gone let them have it These f*ck niggas built from Plastic Set flames watch em turn to Ashes They got they name off capping They say mama raised a bastard I feel like mama raised a champion (Yea yea) I ain’t never say that I was perfect I ain’t never say I’m flawless I know I said I got a cold heart But I ain’t never say I’m heartless You’ll question yo own niggas Loyalty when you trying to dodge A coffin Yo own damn family a up yo Business whenever you start Popping God I ain’t never I want to quit But I feel so exhausted They rap my lyrics from my pain But they don’t know what it cost Me I was born broke they don’t know What I did to sit among these Bosses (Hold on) Damn near lost my life I woke up At 202 I know the opps a lot of things but They ain’t bulletproof A lot of folk tried to count me out But god I’m still the one If they got to take my soul then Let my will be done (Yea yea) I done beat the odds but dawg I Had to risk it When you talk about them odds Shy you got to be specific They said I’d be dead before I’m 18 by the way I’m living And if I wouldn’t be in no grave I’d be in the penitentiary (Yea yea) To tell the truth I smile to keep From crying To tell the truth I live to keep From dying Heard the opps still breathing I’m Trynna spin that nigga block one More time When it comes to this street shit I paid dues but I ain’t never paid No fines Damn near lost my life I woke up At 202 I know the opps a lot of things but They ain’t bulletproof A lot of folk tried to count me out But god I’m still the one If they got to take my soul then Let my will be done (Yea yea) To tell the truth I smile to keep From crying To tell the truth I live to keep From dying Heard the opps still breathing I’m Trynna spin that nigga block one More time When it comes to this street shit I paid dues but I ain’t never paid No fines