One on One (feat. YFN Lucci & Meek Mill)

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If I could talk to God like a real ****, one one one, I'd tell Him

Need my homeboys back, and a couple **** that's jailin'

Couple **** convicted felons

I like the church, but I don't trust the reverend

So I been absent, and in my presence

And am I wrong if I bring my weapon?

Yeah, I said my prayers, I ain't got my blessin

I'm still stressin', so I'm finessin'

Ain't holdin' back, these are my confessions

If I could talk to God like a real ****, one one one, I'd ask Him

I see my career goin' to the next level, but my mind goin' backwards

I can't shake the street shit, still on the beef shit

Every time I try to do the right thing

**** think I'm on some sweet shit

Then I had to get them choppers out again

I tried to retire, Lord

Forgive me for my sins, once and once again

Somebody got to die, Lord

I'm like, why, Lord?

They think I'm blood, they think I'm vice, Lord

I'm overthinkin' shit 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys

Is it right, Lord? Are they foul, Lord?

Real shit, I'll take 'em out, Lord

If I could talk to God one one one, like a real ****, I'd say

Lord, will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah

Lil' daughter seen me with a strap, ask me, "Daddy, what is that?"

Lil' son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he ain't comin' back

My bitch came and asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof

Told 'em, gangster, baby, one thing about it is I ain't bulletproof

Never hire security 'cause I ain't know what they gon' do or not

Wonderin', is they gon' shoot or not?

Interview like, "How many is you done shot?"

Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar

See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side

Ma'am, I love these lil' **** like they my brothers

And if any **** come and touch 'em, I swear to God it'd crush me

I can't let it happen, 'fore I ever started rappin'

All the shit I be talkin' 'bout, I was doin' this shit in the hood

With all the **** I be talkin' 'bout

If I could talk to God like a real ****

Ask Him, please give me back Cecil

Please give me Big G, and Poochy D. Pinot, 'cause shit hurt, Lord

I ain't over it, when the tears come, it be pourin'

I know this rap shit my blessin', but I ain't in hood, shit be gettin' borin'

I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to thuggin'

I don't know how to ignore it

Grab all my chains, jump in the Lambo, and just floor it, vroom

If I could talk to God one one one, like a real ****, I'd say

Lord, will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah

I used to pray to God to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck

When I was dead broke, I ain't have a dollar and I ain't give a fuck

I done ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up

When we run into him, I'ma put it to him like give it up

Run it, my ****, we so one hundred my ****, it's only a few of us

Talkin' to God, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us

'Cause **** is shady, I tuck the 380

He thought I was slippin', I tore him up

Snap on a ****, no warm up

I got the A and I pour it up

Touchin' your city, no tour bus

Diamonds they drippin' like water

Have it your way like it's Burger King

****, can I take your order?

We sellin' work like it's Medellin

I'm turnin' three in the four-door

Watch for the D's and the tourists

Prayin' we never get caught up, God bless

If I could talk to God one one one, like a real ****, I'd say

Lord, will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah