Blind Threats歌词

Right uh same **** every day homie
Lord please forgive me for all my sins

Yeah ***** wake up to the same **** every day homie
Walking in the valley of the shadow of death no rules right

Washing my sins off in hell's water

Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em

Kneel down put my faith in 'em will you answer me

But if God won't help me this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way

Uh four corners
Cat and mouse chase got cheese to catch
High on on some drug I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more
Trapping trying to make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge hell a block away
Pretty Snow White turned eight today

Selling that base no Dr Dre

Uh guess who in the building

Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim
Uh kneeling down with some questions to address like
Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best
The Ten Commandments I can mark five checks
But I sense flaws the Bible preaching blind threats
Streets held me down got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five I call it the clarinet

Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests
From the cop raid all can relate from the streets
To the wall from ****** to compadres
When the sun go down I'm predicting a heatwave
Forecast your whole body heat on room full of homies
I just pray that the Lord got me
But if God won't help me this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way

Mic check mic check mic check

La-la la-la low-low la-la la-la low

La-la la-la low-low la-la la-la low

But if God won't help me this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way

Aim that shoot that pledge allegiance
Kill mine kill yours make it even
Soul need saving Mr Preacher
I know I only come around when it's Easter

Funerals Thanksgiving Christmas time
When I'm in jail or when my card declined

Uh will you answer me

Take me out of hell and make plans for me
Misery loves company ain't a surprise
It was just me and my ****** we was trying to survive
But we would never make it out alive
**** we living to die oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
Running through the ally hope the bullet don't collide

Car window shattered glass on my right side
Dogs bark in the backyard root for me
Out of shape belly courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child baby boy Jody
Same jacket on from back in the day

Praying that the Lord come and take me away

But if God won't help me this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way

Mic check mic check mic check
La-la la-la low-low la-la la-la low

La-la la-la low-low la-la la-la low

But if God won't help me this gun will
I swear I'm gon' find my way

It go tuna fish sandwiches bread dry snaking
Black Lincoln burgundy Mac I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinking
On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah money is the issue I diss you
It's no problem at all yo the bunch on the pistol

Cause I'm a suitcase king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin
New Beige Bent we stay winning play it again yo
Put the bone in your jaw now say it again
Round nightfall under the tents coming to rinse
Get out the way or let the shotty dispense
Revenge killers who make the events iller
This is more realer snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up coupes knows the truth
You know the whoopty-whoop solo or group I kill ******