(On god u like it) when I reach out my hand and ask for help U look me in the eyes and said go help self And when them white people threw me in that jail cell Looking at them 4 white walls like else (pause) In order to get to heaven u got to walk threw hell(back ground voice "Ain't that real")And every were go real niggas getting killed(Dam) It kills my high It kills vibe Tryna get this money and muplite You fuck niggas really see me die I order the choppa no lettuce glock with my fries I just want castle in the sky Make sure mama feed and my homeys tight Shit nigga i'm go aight But for the mean time we go ride we smoke we go vibe