[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Early morning trappin', had to get it all day
Rats in them hood streets, piss up in them hallways
Daddy said he was coming, and I was waiting all day
I got caught up moving rounds, same excuse always
It's why I don't trust people, that's how I give it up
Nothing come with disappointments when you give a f**
Why should He answer my mama prayers
When I caused a n***a's mama grief?
I'm way too personal for these kinda beats
Still young, the hood need us
But I'm torn between the life, the sets, and these d**
And these groupies and the skeezers
The pictures and the tweeters, bury me with the .40
No disrespect but I never met this so-called Jesus
It could be the d**, or the […]
You know the friends, the b**hes, man, everything switches
Only thing promised is the ditches
Either they miss you or good riddance
Of course some n***as slippin' with that llama
What if that 3AM call was to my mama?
Damn… what if that 3AM call was to my mama?!
[Hook: Emanny]
In and out of the streets
Just trying to stay alive
Looking up to the sky
But you get no reply
We keep on praying, oh
But ain't nothing changing, no
Ain't nothing changing
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Ain't nothing changing but the drawers and the socks
Before rap I was on tour selling rocks
My hypeman was a Glock
Had to stand nights, but now my nightstand got a watch
That these n***as never saw before
Like I ain't stick sh**, like I ain't sell raw before
My general rank is a five star
Always been ready to die, that's why I'm alive, y'all
It's old Ghost and young Surf
I'm into long money and gunwork
Wanna talk funds though? Let me hit the blunt first
Say something I don't like, I'll let the gun jerk
You push me, I'll pull this sh**
Always been an a**hole, but never been full of sh**
Thinking about life
On some could've/would've/should've sh**
Ain't nothing changed, my n***a, how hood is this?!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tsu Surf]
I co*k it back and say a prayer
Lord, protect me when I ride out
Be my eyes while I ride, spell the i's out
Remember scheming late, high as hell in the hide-out
Now I'm flying planes close enough to see God house
I relapsed a little bit
In project hallways, in the trap a little bit
f** it, keep me motivated
Lil n***as see me in the hood
That's how they know we made it
Hood swag, hood still salute me when I pull past
Bought my damn self, Newark playing on full blast
Keep praying, I be slacking, grandma picked it up
Think I heard a voice, when I saw it wished to lift it up
Bloody murder, better him than me
‘Cause me leaving would've just hurt her
And we don't need that
So I swear I listen, but I still let that thing clap
sh**, I still let that thing clap…
[Hook]