on track

Getting it in I take her through there she think her throat game the best I stand for something so I don’t fall for nothing my girl had a nigga grabbing face she need to give my soul back and she play games like a six week old puppy nigga it guppies out here catching bodies quick to throw they life away maybe I can see the day when it all change i ain’t shit because I picked to be a smart gangster with a vision for the coming as I pray pone the lord showers me with the sweet essence fresh manna from the clouds baptized by Mother Nature in a wicked land watch yo back snakes back door each other for bands and royalties loyal to the greed full speed I’m headed the right way making righteous decisions I store my earnings up for the lord he leads me through the path of oppression set for me liquor and drugs distract and my intuition keeps me on track I’m just trying to get paid while being black