Church Choir

Accept the fact that I'm the nigga putting on for streets

Accept the fact that ain't no other nigga rapping like me

Accept the fact that I could really get you cracked in your teeth

This goes for any nigga thinking they got one up on me

Thirty pointers on my neck but still I'm losing direction

I really got a lot to lose, I use the blues for depression

Keep a shooter with me, I can get you blew in a second

Move with aggression, goons in my section, can never play it safe

Remember long nights eating hard rice off a paper plate

A young nigga on the lookout for a safer place

We was four deep in a stole

Jumping state to state