Faith

It was just me in that red Astro van

A box of cd's and a pistol in my hand

A pistol in my hand, a pistol in my hand

It was just me in that red Astro van

A box of cd's and a pistol in my hand

A pistol in my hand, a pistol in my hand

Yeah them boys talk down and they all going hey

I give it all to the Lord so I called this song Faith!

I called this song faith, yeah

Mississippi nigga with a 50 sack of weed

I told them I got that Cali but this here from Tennessee

Sick of leavin' over knees so I had to move quick

I ain't tryin' to ball pimp I'm just tryin' to hit a lick

Then I met this young miss it was back in 96

At a house party rollin' up some dolja in a swiss

Really thought she was a trick so I hit her with my pimp game

Step out to my lac and I'ma show you how to grip grain

I'ma show you how to mix them sprite with them eights

Show you how to ride rock steady on them skates

At the time I never knew this girl would be my soul mate

She said keep me close and ill keep your ass safe

Then I taught country slang and we rolled from my estate

Gave her an AR and started bustin' on them fakes

Then she whispered in my ear no matter how long it takes

You can make it, every myth about your home and your state

We can break it, and no matter what you do let them boys know you smart

Stand up for the poor and keep God in your heart

Now matter what you do let them boys know you smart

Stand up for the poor and keep God in your heart

I remember falling to my knees asking God for some tracks

He said, make your own son you ain't gotta sell crack

Cut them sappers like they raw and let them fiends smoke that

Go to N-Y-C on faith, im thinking to myself my Lord is that safe?

Uncle Swac gave me a pistol and I left the next day

Homies in Manhattan till I met Mrs. D-A-Y

In her home she let me stay, studio to studio

Me I'm on my grind, everybody at the crib thought I lost my damn mind

The Noreaga bossed up and bought a beat

This put me on feet, I found a damn way to eat my Lord

Two years later I'm in the A pimp

But in my soul I feel I need to move back to the Simp

A town they showed me love, they put me on the map

But if I love mississippi I gotta move back

So stop in Birmingham man just for a minute

Niggas stole my red van man and everything in it

Drum machine keyboard and all of my clothes

But I had my pistol with me I'ma kill these hoes

When I left I was with little homie in the Regal

So I grabbed my cell phone and I called Big Siegel

I said, "Meet me in the Ham big boy it's going down"

God yelled, "Stop my son and turn around!"

They took your possessions but your souls on safe ground

2 months later I was riding through the Ham

Gotta ten million dollar deal yall, damn!

Haha thats faith my nigga

Thank you Lord, thank you