Preacher told me don't set trip on a Sunday, oh wow Knowing damn well that demo getting played Monday, oh wow Lord have mercy, please have His mercy Lord have mercy, please have His mercy Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Never ever, ever ever get caught telling on my niggas I'm a gangbanger, deadbeat father and drug dealer When the money and fame gone, tell me who's staying with you Running from God's creations, shaking these broken hands and meeting with blank faces Snake eyes keeping my back aching Dirty habits of rapping and being savage Still hanging with niggas that can't do nothing but cause damage Guess I'm being a real nigga like I'm supposed to be But being real never once brought the groceries in Top told me keep rapping, you'll make it hopefully And hope was all that I needed, dreaming myself to work Cause working the field was better than bullet holes in my shirt The demons hate when you make it and stay alive They'd rather see me down under than see me fly Lord have mercy, please have His mercy Lord have mercy, please have His mercy They say I was a wanted man, a wanted man Running with my gun in hand, gun in hand They don't wanna see the wanted man, the wanted man Coming through with the gun in hand, the gun in hand Lord have mercy