And they shootin`, I must be on top
(It`s clear up here)
We coopin`, we must be inta trouble
Some hard type s**t that cost a quarter mill a pop
It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

How I would get the 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, it`s like we born with a felony

Where`s the longevity, we in the place
Where best friends become enemies
And foul ni**as got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope to God it`s on a switchboard
When I`m tryin` to say a prayer

And I`m callin`, hope You listen Lord
See it`s 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
It`s like my, my, my

I`m not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I`m saying
It`s like my, my, my, it`s like my, my, my

`Cause God ain`t cryin` when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in heaven poppin` champagne
And speakin` of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me

We was goin` hard too many bottles up in free-vay
You was goin` crazy with my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I can`t forget you b-day

We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I`m just wishin` I could see a ni**a face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with `em yet?
And it`s a damn shame because ni**as 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

Lord do You hear me praying
When I`m lookin` at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I`m saying
It`s like my, my, my

I`m not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I`m saying
It`s like my, my, my, it`s like my, my, my

To tell you both the truth, I ain`t doin` the best
I`m tryin` to keep a positive mind movin` through the stress
I`m tryin` to stay afloat, they say I`m doin` the most
I`m doin` way too much, I`m playin` death to close

I`m think `bout the thought of goin` back to court
For the petty little games I really should avoid
But it`s the calculator risk on how we make the chip
Realizin` if I slip, it`s 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 won`t change the deficit
That ain`t really even the best of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me praying
When I`m lookin` at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I`m saying
It`s like my, my, my

I`m not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I`m saying
It`s like my, my, my, it`s like my, my, my