[Verse 1]
I wanna ask God why the Bible lied to me
Just full of politics, leavin' niggas without a sin
And is it false prophets who forged the religious documents?
I done spent my whole life sinnin' without a consequence
Mama tryna figure what the fuck my problem is
And why I gotta live this way, I know my path ain't straight
But in the field, don't nothin' but grit matter
Just get it how you live and figure the shit after, nigga
Gotta get it 'fore I die out here
Don't wanna see my mama cry out tears, sittin' below the earth
'Cause Heaven's out of the question, but for what it's worth
We made the most out the nothin' they give us
Heart was frigid but both these boulders sit on my shoulder
I try to figure my motive for leavin' niggas behind
But if my fate is the fire, I hope whatever messiah that sent me there
Knew he only did this shit for survival, I'm so
[Chorus]
Stuck in my ways
The love and the hate was both shoved in my face
Gotta stay on your toes, head starts in the race
Just wasn't given to those who came up where I stay
Ya name up in the game, but start watchin' ya back
These hoes want what you got, tryna plot on your stacks
Still the plot thickens
Yeah, they better hope God with 'em
[Verse 2]
Is black pride still alive, or was niggas trippin'?
'Cause last time I checked, we lost self-respect
And some didn't admit it 'cause mama was with the business
And daddy was tryna fuck, he left, that's just his luck
Suppressed, nothin' but anger inside that chamber
They from the other side, so we hate 'em, no need explainin'
Baby mama drama 'cause karma bein' a hater
Now it's lookin' like abortion, your mama doin' the favor
Black Buick Le Sabre, creepin' down the street
No tags on the whip so you sneakin' past police
Twenty-five, two strikes, you don't need a number three
They pull you over, now you nervous 'cause the heater by the seat, so
[Chorus]
Stuck in my ways
The love and the hate was both shoved in my face
Gotta stay on your toes, head starts in the race
Just wasn't given to those who came up where I stay
Ya name up in the game, but start watchin' ya back
These hoes want what you got, tryna plot on your stacks
Still the plot thickens
Yeah, they better hope God with 'em
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