[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Last night i had a talk with god, i hope he listened
Sometimes i feel like the devil he really out to get me
Can't let him catch me, i'm tripping up my fucking position
I'm looking up in to the sky, i know them angels with me

[Verse 1]
My opposition hate me, yeah you know a n***a shinning
I never knew i get paid off the shit i'm rhyming
I'm steady loosing myself, you know i gotta find me
And real recognise real, and you'll never find me
I was just up in Memphis, now i'm posted on a Beamer

[Verse 2]
N***as wanna kill me, so i'm clutching on my heater
I will fuck that, bitch i'm strapped up
Two Glocks if a n***a wanna act up
These n***as fake they'd act up, can't fuck with the cappers
I'm a deamon soul, but i got a soul
If you run up on me, Imma wipe your nose
Standing Ten tolds, i will never fold
Got a hundred Glocks, thats a 4-4
Hoe, none of my n***as will rico
My main bitch, she a freak hoe
Got fifty shots when i load up the choppa
Hit your ass with a Zeebo
I was in the jam i ain't say shit
Dick on the Glocks, no gay shit
Dread hate killers they hating
They fighting open cases