who find theyself in a place where they need Sum advice You may not always find that person in the physical form But theres someone you can trust in
thugs, these thug commandments Stop cuffing that young girl let her breathe Be a father to you kids let hell desect No Do-rags in the lords house Trust in the lord
that can't wait to meet God Lately, that's Bucktooth, Mohamed and Crybaby, What they do everyday just to eat lord have mercy, Strapped with an AK and they
industry I mean that shit dawg Waka Flocka Flame Man I want it all I can't trust myself So don't trust me I can't trust my friends When they set me up
[Professor X] Come one, come all. We have the elixir that cures all that ails you Traveling the four corners of the road. Straight from the well, as it
life one day at a time A ungrateful bitch will make a brother get on quick I was about to loose my mind Silly me I was thinkin 4ever Tha bitch was thinkin about gettin that
Ro:] I pledge allegiance to the soldiers, the ones who had to leave they family Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family Knowing that everybody that
a Ruger I guess the Lord'll deal with me at the end of time I'm not a killer but motherfuckers gon' respect my mind That's on my mama trust, nobody but
[Z-Ro] I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something
my bitch, cause she be busting rounds for Ro Unlike my homies, cause they phony than a motherfucker Even my broad, cause she might be fucking some other brother Lord knows, that
be like Jesus, then I would teach, they tell me That I'm learning to be like him, cause they can feel him when I speak [Hook - 2x] Sometimes I dream (sometimes I dream) That
eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler Mama said that
a bed befo' Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers
my partners when they talk to me, I laugh to myself Fake ass handshakes I know they tend to be bad to my health I was a nigga that was down to ride,
ghetto crisis out here [Z-Ro] Who's that peeking in my window, who's that peeking in my window Me drop a miss crop, and vome-vomer, they better recognize
casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That
many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now that
