My My My

N they shootin, I must be on top

(it's clear up here)

We coopin we must be inta trouble,

Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop

It makes me laugh ha, life is so ironic,

How I would get tha cash I become so iconable

Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel

I live the life that's filled with the jealousy

Doomed from the start its like we born wit a felony

Wheres the longevity

We in the place where best friends become enemies

And foul nigguhs got the tendency

You gotta watch what you wish for

I hope to god its on a switchboard

When I'm tryin to say a prayer and I'm callin hope you listen lord

See its just my position lord

Gotta me smokin on this blunt while I'm lookin at the sky

Make it rain so I know the doves cry.

Lord do you hear me praying, when I'm lookin at the sky

I hope you can hear what I'm saying

Its like my, my, my

Im not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry

I know you can see what I'm saying

Its like my, my, my

Its like my, my, my

Cuz god aint cryin when the sky starts to rain

That must u and god in heaven poppin champagne

And speakin of the shams, remember in Miami

You got bent pussy it was your first trip wit me

We was goin hard to many bottles up in free-vay

U was goin crazy wit my Haitian man t-sway

Pass that on the twins I had teesh fer like 3 days

And I cant forget ur b-day

We had dead body tap we was deeper then aye

And now I'm just wishin I could see a nigguh face

And they kill, bang bang, did u get it wit em yet

And its a damn shame because nigguhs still upset

Like chita chala god musta needed y'all

I think about the street dream saw how we were born

But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers

That are dear friends of me

To tell you both the truth, I aint doin the best

Im tryin to keep a positive mind movin thru the stress

Im tryin to stay afloat, they say I'm doin the most

Im doin way to much I'm playin death to close

Im think bout the thought of goin back to court

For the petty little games I really should avoid

But its the calculator risk on how we make the chip

Realizin if I slip its a bottomless pit

If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile

Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile

I thank god that I'm alive to see a black president

We screamin yes we can but that wont change the deficit

That aint really even the best of it,

You catch me in the streets I will surly tell you the rest of it

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