Lyrics
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me ridin around wit my strap on me just incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me i dun wanna burn, i wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g if dey is please save a spot fo me, i dun wan ta burn
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in, i dun wan ta burn, i dun-no how in da world i can ever repay you
A young nigga hurt n i dun no wat to do, i try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin Scrappy, i wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl, i ma be sittin down writin to you again
just tinkin how we live
I dun wan ta burn, with a blessin an a curse Have, dear lord i tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
That you keep my pops preachin, im on dis earth
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst, n please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin, n i aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Hope you can look, but i can t be faithful
G s up it s a g thang, i m always doin shows but you no dat i m grateful
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin, yo moda fuckas no me mayne
excuse my language lord but is always friction
But i can t be faithful, i hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me ridin around wit my strap on me just incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me i dun wanna burn, i dun wan ta burn
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world, lord hav mercy on me
g s up it s a g thang
Hope you can look, n can forgive me for all my sins Lord, you see my lil sista dun got preg yet
Just tinkin how we live, it s like everywer i go i run in-to satan Mercy, im on dis earth
yo moda fuckas no me mayne
Excuse my language lord but is always friction, herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g if dey is please save a spot fo me
g s up it s a g thang
i turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g if dey is please save a spot fo me, n my moma actin crazy n aint change-in, even do yu no me
it s like everywer i go i run in-to satan
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful, cuz i swear on u dat if dey touch my kid Lord, even my lil broda who dun give a dam
i dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me ridin around wit my strap on me just incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me i dun wanna burn, herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g if dey is please save a spot fo me
i caint even rite ta god
n please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Ever since i was birth, i ma be sittin down writin to you again Scrappy, just tinkin how we live
With a blessin an a curse, i m innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
Dis a letter to you, lord hav mercy on me
Even do yu no me, yeh i wan-na go to church