Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself
It's time to admit, I need some help
Runnin' up yo cell phone, callin' God for
Sittin' some leather from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
Can I get a Amen?
Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da Goat'
That I do but I don't want to got me losin' blessings
Well, all I know
But God bless her, we here to thank God
I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast
I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast
For the strictor, smile through the tribulation an' trial
An' ya'll family, we all family
Uplift me, trees an' branches catch draft
I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast
You can clock my consistent an' endless efforts up
I said step inside His Holy Church thinkin'
An' to me health an' home an' my son, Kingston
Comin' to Church with a Devil tucked in your purse
I'm one of a kind, they gotta find a satellite to contact me
All the way worried bout what sister, mom gon' wear
Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself
An' to my family, the Dungeon Family
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
That I'd been down this road before
An' who gay, it's about who pray
Tellin' me, along with my greens, up like pot nickel
I'm tryin' to stop the next step, they drawin' the chalk 'round
An' that's the step inside Holy Church thinkin'
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin' dirt
From under my feet, lost faith an' jump in the street
When I'm choppin' down a path to walk down
God is my every existence, exhalation, exactly
He da greatest of all time, if I'm lyin' I'm blind
So they want they ride candy, painted just like the man
By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans
My tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun
It's time to admit, I need some help
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
An' who to say that day ain't all awful close
We all God's Property an' not just Kirk Franklin
An' all could go an' when it's gone, you alone
With no entourage to back me
Things ya drink, dank an' cigars you smoke
It ain't the first time, won't be the last
In Sunday service, with a Bible, lie defer the South
This ya boy or should they ride the martyr there?
An' runnin' with Gs that take it to the block with 'em
It ain't the first time, won't be the last
He gon' forgive you an' that's right
I did but in it to pick an' sellin' the spur
An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because God's your coach
That I'd been down this road before
It don't matter, at least that's the moral there
Man, it's all for sure
That Veta tryin' not to bite his hand
An' scarin' me, synonymous for preparin' me
Worried about sister, mom's an' hair
Well, all I know
Actually don't even know how talk sound
Let us bow, I thank the Almighty God for right now
For sparin' me when the Devil was darin' me
Well, all I know
It's time to admit, I need some help
I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels don't like contract me
But they need 'em to keep 'em life from they stand
It ain't the first time, won't be the last
Every night prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin'
All I know is charge cards, cars an' clothes
An' who gay, it's about who pray
Matter of factually, I'll stand alone
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
That I'd been down this road before
Back to serve a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the heat
Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself
Got me feel like I'm cursed from this heart that I'm dealin'
An' it don't 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke
An' all this liquor hoein' brother an' goose-neckin'
God said He'll take the next two steps if I take the first
