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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pastor Troy
Pastor Troy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Troy
Micah Troy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pastor Troy
Pastor Troy
Producer
Khali Fani
Khali Fani
Recording Engineer
Sol Messiah
Sol Messiah
Recording Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah God
Yeah, we ran it
Know what I'm sayin'?
We 'bout to do it different that this high
Know what I'm sayin'?
We fleeced it, we flipped it in creole this time you know
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ju tois vece se, you know?
(Creole)
Know what I'm sayin'? We ready
(Creole) , we ready
[Verse 2]
I was that cool motherfucker
But livin gin the world of these cruel motherfuckers
Society they made me a fool motherfucker
And sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover
Huh, I'm sorry mother motherfuckers just ain't like me
The fucking braid buy twenty-one is so likely
A million letters from the pen' is writing me
Fuck the system, the DEA sellin' all the damn, yay
So, I pray that the fuckers die
And when they leave, let them pussy motherfuckers fry
And make they families eternally have to cry and
Crucify me and label me, the n ride, I testify
I'm ready
[Verse 3]
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
[Verse 4]
Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head
There is too much drama in these streets, too much heat and she said
Won't let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb
So I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
I'm prayin' soon that my income 'cause income is halted
If you got it then I got it, but anyone can talk it
Now tossed so simply, this is universal, this shit is the real deal
Try to feel the commercial America
You tell me where is the freedom and liberty?
This place ain't meant for me, so I got a quarter key
And move it like Ryder trucks
Them crackers are already stuck a path
For my **** because my **** ain't give a fuck
'Bout nothin', they had to say we always going to rule the GA
Your games is what we can play and Lucifer better pray
That I do not do what was planned to do yesterday
I swear to God in Georgia
[Verse 5]
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Lord, please forgive us for our sins, we joined the force Lord we ready)
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
(This is for my folks in Haiti, This for my folks in Cuba)
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
(This is for my folks in Jamaica, this for my folks in Africa, we ready)
[Verse 6]
Them crackers had me fucked up, I scooped a job for a min
But couldn't deal with the pay, I quit that shit in a day
Back on the grind, servin' my yay nothing to say
But I tried, I'm told ther eis a better way, but who going to pull me inside?
They in they ride, disappointed because I had bad luck
I ain't ever goin' to see this shit, my **** I'm fucked
My people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked
It's fucked up, but that's the way it is down here on the block
Man, everyone servin' some rocks if not some rocks, some weed
Everybody's trapped high, I can't afford the heat, it's kinda neat
How they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
And when these motherfuckers leave, they taking all of my friend
No way to win 'cause we are in for the ride of our lives
When I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye
'Cause this is chaos, they after us we will never succeed
'Cause we some ignorant ****, but all we need is to see I guarantee
If we stop competing, get our children off these fucking streets
And get some Qu'ran, I'm just speaking shit, who am I to tell anyone
I'm telling ya there ain't nothing new up under the sun
You got your gun, well, fuck ya gun
If you goin' run when they chase ya
Why don't you do some of that crazy shit, slap that bitch in the face
Now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
We pay the taxes in this bitch ****, use your rights
Now I know I ain't right, but I'll be damned if I'm wrong
They say two wrongs don't make a right
But damn, it's making me strong and when I'm gone
I hope this song rang in your heart
My **** ain't no better, time then right now to start
[Verse 7]
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Oh father, come and take me, I surrender, I'm ready
Written by: Micah Troy
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