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点击复制Lord Help Me (Explicit) - Mayalino/Scarface
My daddy left before birth
My momma gettin' high
At birth I'm born naked
My attitude f**k the earth
I'm sttealin' food stamps
From my grand-ma's purse
Then low riders right behind Greg's hurse
I'm gettin' closer to hell
Life's gettin' worse
We stole a car smilin' pistols on my left
Speedin' off cop siren
We ended up in Juvie all together
Now we tryna jump the biggest gangsta
He Lil' Red I'm Central Park
The skin color brown so f**k a color
Need a lil' bing we're like brothers
Use to see his uncle
In the pen with Buddha's mother
Too many R I P s to mention
Joey T was Carla Coe's street protection
I seen him in the shue and he was snitch
He still down in prison goddamn
I thought Joey T was a gangsta
We were close when we were broke
We got rich and fell apart
Some niggas start snitchin' to the law
Now we're fishin' for the fire
Fingers twisted tryna find 'em
Like oh my God
My God
Tell me this ain't the end
This ain't how it's 'possed to be
But if it's how it's gotta be
Lord help me
Was Jesus face with diamonds
I'm gon' let it shine let it shine
This Rolex with diamonds
I'm gon' let it shine let it shine
Me and Abel reminiscin'
Bout them 10 years in prison
I only did 3 and I was trippin'
I was fresh out the halfway house
Then Fresh took me to Kanye's house
I meant pushin' all the candidate kilos
Misha Garett and Tymboe in the yo
Me and Smithy ride around for Dr Dre
Then Dre play some sh*t to him
And MD goddamn
We were close when we were broke
We got rich and fell apart
Some niggas start snitchin' to the law
Now we're fishin' for the fire
Fingers twisted tryna find 'em
Like oh my God my God
Tell me this ain't the end
This ain't how it's 'possed to be
But if it's how it's gotta be
Lord help me
Reminiscing how them days go by
I save a prayer
Thinking the Lord ain't gon' lie
See my homeboy shot down
And that ain't gon' fly
Got a heart filled with vengeance
Like I ain't gon' die
If I don't change what I'm into
Jackin' boys are doubting us
Jack Moe and d**e fiends
Slappin' hoes and pounding them
I was barely 16
But I was f**kin' wowlin' 'em
Used to be a silent dude
That's why I was down with 'im
We here to make 'em get a pile a piece
He caught a brick and now it all you need
It all you need
This used to be my go-to dude
Best man on my weddin'
But now they wanna smoke you
They say them broke you
You ain't leavin' out and comin' back
Ni**a that's the fairest
How you doin' that
They need to beat yo
A** until it blue and black
Detect yo P S sign sayn you were wacked
We were close when we were broke
We got rich and fell apart
Some niggas start snitchin' to the law
Now we're fishin' for the fire
Fingers twisted tryna find 'em
Like oh my God my God
Tell me this ain't the end
This ain't how it's 'possed to be
But if it's how it's gotta be
Lord help me