LORD

[Intro]

In '76, you know, they'd stop fighting

They just start shooting

You know, and it was somethin' new to me

You know we use to fight all the time

And the next minute I'm runnin' from gunshots

So, only thing I said to myself

Say man, are we gonna start doing what they doing?

You know, same thing they do to us we do to them

And would you believe but he had to, you know

Either do or die, or stay in the house

You know, fight or stay in the house

So I wasn't gon' stay in the house for nobody

[Verse 1]

I ain't never really care about shit

Soon as my father abandoned his kids

I was down for the problems

I promised my momma

I wasn't gonna die, so I got this revolver

Hammers will heal what a fist can't fix

Won't get down I'ma sent 'bout six

Ain't no questions, I'm wit' that shit

On the highway to hell but it still ain't jail

Gotta plug and a scale, tryna make this money

Crooked ass police tryna take this from me

Either watch yo step, or you catch that weap

Niggas take your life cause you ain't worth shit

Tell my momma don't trust not a soul that she meet

9 times outta ten niggas just like me

Tryna come up off the next man

Hammer in my left hand

Voice from grandma yelling from the dead

[Hook]

She said just pray to sweet Lord Jesus

But he can't do shit, when you bleeding

Still ain't got no food in that freezer

You gon' do whatever you need cause

God don't come when it's niggas at the door

Shimmy shimmy ya, I'ma give to him raw

Roaches in the hallway, sleeping on the floor

Welcome to the land of the lost and destroyed

[Verse 2]

My brother Smalls, told a nigga focus on the money

But why try when they tryna take a nigga under

Spend a thousand every time a nigga make a hundred

And they wonder why I'm wild when I'm out in public

Demons form in the presences of nothing but struggle

It's easy to hustle when knowing nobody love you

Ain't nothing to lose, this money to gain

Fuck playing by the rules, shoot him in his brain

Life change when you take shit by the reins

Sitting in the rain wit' a Glock nine

Waiting for the bus on Ximeno

I wish a bitch would roll by on some funny shit

Niggas know I got mines

Hard times make niggas face hard time in a cell

Never heard of Hell, only heard of home

Hardly ever there, shit, I rather roam

Voice of my grandma yelling from the dead

[Hook]

She said just pray to sweet Lord Jesus

But he can't do shit, when you bleeding

Still ain't got no food in that freezer

You gon' do whatever you need cause

God don't come when it's niggas at the door

Shimmy shimmy ya, I'ma give to him raw

Roaches in the hallway, sleeping on the floor

Welcome to the land of the lost and destroyed

[Verse 3]

If 1st and 2nd Corinthians, could give a nigga spinnin' rims

Or Christina Milian, I'd prolly give that shit a chance

Coulda went the college route, but I chose the nigga plan

Broken heart sitting on my path, try and watch my step

God blessed the child with a gift then he turned his back

Told him choose his own way, guess I chose the wrong way

But it's only one way, either wit' the gunplay

Or you getting dumped on, nigga ain't a soul safe

I live my life as if a nigga could get killed tonight

Niggas running at they mouth like they wanna die

I ain't the passive nigga most would probably wanna try

In the land of the lost only the strong survive

Riding round wit' 4s under the seat

In a four door Jeep that's 400 degrees

Looking for my enemies, they haunt me when I sleep

So any motherfucker that taunt me getting shot