[Intro]
I love my n***as
Dontae the [Artist??]
Paint a perfect picture for the hood
HOGMOB Ministries, love
Let's go!

[Hook]
I love my n***as
I had to write this one for the hood
Because I love my n***as
I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams
To save my n***as
I know the church gon' persecute me, homie
Because I called y'all "n***as"
But I'm gonna pray until the police no longer spray up
And kill my n***as

[Verse 1]
A hundred thousand worth of work off in the duffle bag
Pant sag, blue bandana on my pistol hand
Black Benz, with Sacchi rims and the police cam
Man we gon' eat if it land and it go as planned
Get canned, I be damned if I'm in the pin
Slammed hand washing the drawers of another man
I been converted, now a Christian man
A fisherman, but I'll still get that guap 'cause I'm a businessman
Root of all evil had ahold of me
Brief summary: he approached me brotherly like he had love for me
Although he bonded me with suffering
What's puzzling is now I'm bubbling delivered from my hustling
Snatching my n***as out the genocide
It's been prophesied my possession multiply if He be magnified
I set aside all sin through him is justified
Rise as He specified, succeed because I love my n***as