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