City of God

You see, I really run this shit, while you niggas just jog

Niggas still making plays, while they up in the yard

I play the hand that I'm dealt, when they give me the cards

Dealing with threats from the devil in the city of God

Prayer hands to my forehead, I pray to God I see more bread

Man, we just living to die, just like a stillborn, we was born dead

In my cell, I treated that floor just like a warm bed

At the last supper, bring some cornbread

Niggas know, in the streets we listen

When the Lord say, get the dough