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Hey God, I pray this money that I'm makin' Off the Yay' don't catch up I'm in the kitchen water whippin' Hey God and my probation agent hatin' Yeah, she don't really fuck with me I'm in the kitchen water whippin' Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Let me sell another ounce before they track me down I barely ever get piss tested But today I'm gettin' piss tested And what's gon' make it even worse Is that I took a hit of piff to the lips, nigga I was stressin' Go to the store like where the Nauzene at Dirty pee, they gon' treat it like a violent act When in reality that's what push the violence back I woulda been murked a nigga if I ain't had no pack I ain't got no racks, my job ain't paying me crap They want me to pay my restitution, that's like three stacks Like how the hell am I gon' get that, the clock is tickin' The only way to get it in time is to get a lickin' Go on a mission, load up the .30, that's what I'll do Sip on a 40 with my homies, then we wait until two Make it 2:50, grab the .30 and the first one I see SongtexteIs gettin' robbed for they money and we split it in three I gotta think, think, think, think, was that really needed Was a hundred dollars from the victims worth my freedom If the money for the court don't get paid They gon take it anyway 'Nother dollar, 'nother day, suck my penis Hey God, I pray this money that I'm makin' Off the Yay' don't catch up I'm in the kitchen water whippin' Hey God and my probation agent hatin' Yeah, she don't really fuck with me I'm in the kitchen water whippin' Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Let me sell another ounce before they track me down This is for my niggas work a nine to five and still hustle 'Cause a nigga can't shine off 7.25 It ain't always 'bout the shine, it be 'bout tryna' survive In a world where the po' die and the rich thrive I just missed my Obamacare The next time to sign up is gonna' be next year But that ain't an option 'cause I need the dough To see the proper doctor, so I'm kickin in your door It ain't my fault, I'm Silkk the Shocker What I said to the judge, but the judge don't agree Like the how the hell you judgin' me If you ain't come from the streets If you ain't been in this position where it's nothin' to eat The only way to get rid of that hunger's fallin' asleep And when I fall asleep, I fall in to a very perfect dream Where everything is working for my family and the team No more sellin' work or robbin', yeah that'd be lovely Then I wake up from the dream and be still hungry That just turn me to a drug store and make me rob more If you hustlin' on my block, Chief, you declare war I don't give a shit, if we both the same color You are not my brother if we do not have the same mother Motherfucker Hey God, I pray this money that I'm makin' Off the Yay' don't catch up I'm in the kitchen water whippin' Hey God and my probation agent hatin' Yeah, she don't really fuck with me I'm in the kitchen water whippin' Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Let me sell another ounce before they track me down This a prayer for my niggas whippin' Yayo in the pot Fuck the law, ain't no justice when your killer is a cop This a prayer for my niggas with the Ninas and them Glocks Fuck the law, ain't no justice when your killer is a cop This a prayer for my niggas hittin' licks and never stop Fuck the law, ain't no justice when your killer is a cop This a prayer for my niggas on the tier or on the block Front your mouth on them fosters 'cause that the way that they get caught Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Hey God, hey God, hey God Let me sell another ounce before they track me down Aus Songtexte Mania