I'm just tryna find my wayyy
How you living in the streets
When you supposed to be saved?
Can I have a lil more faith? Yea
Can I have a lil more grace? Yea
I'm just tryna find my wayyy
I live my life like a movie
Making my dream a reality
I kill beats like fatality
Or chiraq to casualty
Music is my home
Now listen to my hospitality
Oh I feel good
Mama even said she proud of me
Lil bro say f*ck life
Tired of living in the streets
I done been in your shoes
But I kept moving my feet
Ain't nobody gone stop me
From being the best that I can be
I learned to hold on stay strong
Stay motivated and sucker free
What bothers me
Is boding niggas is a commodity
It's crazy how we raised a generation
With no morality
Purging in the hood
Everyday reality
Let's put them guns down
Put them hands up
And then we'll see who's really hard!
Silly boy, I think that gun give you More heart than you really have
Oh I bet you hate when I spit the truth
You really mad!
Lil boy grow up, be a man be a dad
I thank God for giving me a job thru a Pen n pad
Me fighting with the struggle
Preatly improve my hustle
Now I strive with all my muscle
To triple what I just doubled
F*ck rich I'd rather be wealthy like Russell
Life is like a puzzle, so I come off like a puzzle
Lord, please bless me. Please bless my family
I'm praying for better days
Cause better days is what I'm tryna see
Nowadays, it seems like crime scenes is the hottest thing
And everywhere you go everybody screaming
How you living in the streets when you're supposed to be saved
Can I have a little more faith?
Can I have a little more grace?
I was tryna to find my way
I remember back in the day
I was so stuck in my way
I was locked up in a cage
I was trying to find my way
I was trying to find my way
I grew up in the ghetto
With a part-time mother
Went to school with my brother
Didn't even know he was my brother
But still shout out to my father
He taught me how to grind harder
And big ups to my mother
She told me how to think further
See I was abused as a kid
My life was always at risk
Put that knife to my wrist
Like I'm done with all of this shit
Sick and tired of the drama
Sick and tired of my mama
Sick and tired of my father
That nigga was always a gonna
See I grew up in the jungle
Guns sounding off like thunder
People dying in numbers
Like it's a graveyard slumber
Lord, please bless me
Please bless my family
I'm praying for better days
Cause better days is what I'm tryna see