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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Vocals
Webbie
Vocals
Trill Family
Performer
Lil Trill
Performer
Shell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Rome
Composer
Shelton Martin
Lyrics
Torence Hatch
Lyrics
Webster Gradney Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ
Producer
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
David West
Mixing Engineer
Jason Dillon
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I lost my **** in these streets to that gangsta lean
Pictures make it worse
Listen to that sick ass verse
From bad ass
Spit the same game to hoes
Like the same clothes
Money bring power so we like a bankroll
[Verse 2]
In my bed at night I cock and sit it next to the lamp
Thinkin' 'bout all my trill **** we lost to on the count
Tears runnin' down my momma eyes
And it's the truth
Plenty nights your son try
But ma, I'm Boosie boo
Two dead in broad daylight on the south side curb
You ain't heard, you in danger if you get them birds
Plus my grandma last her life
Momma house in flames
Uncle still drinking like the game don't change
I can't sleep at night
Man these nightmares, they eat me up
Surely I been laid off
Had to hit my knees, bruh
Help me Lord Jesus when I'm on my way home
Keep them devils off my back
And keep me strapped with that chrome
[Verse 3]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to Lord, my soul to take
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to Lord, my soul to take
[Verse 4]
Sometime I wish that I could change the world
I probably could, but ain't no tellin' if I would
'Cause I'm straight up out the hood
Knowin' that a **** should
My mama always taught me right from wrong
And when you die, baby, life goes on
They say what go around, gotta come around
And when the come down, to the come down
Only God gone hold you down
That's why you see me by my lonely
And I ride by myself
All my real **** gone, I only got a few left
[Verse 5]
Lord, forgive me for all my sins
'Cause God knows all the wrong I did
Look, I'm tryna shake back
That's why I smoke sack from sack
Tryna reach God but the devil on my back
The judge tryna give my big dog Nim life
On some bullshit, you know that shit ain't right
I pray every night, so I can sleep right
'Cause in the daytime, dog I live the street life
[Verse 6]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to Lord, my soul to take
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to Lord, my soul to take
[Verse 7]
Done did good, done did dirt
Done stay hood the whole way
I felt some on the phone humma
But I ain't feelin' it comin' on that day
In that way you can trust ****
Or learn fast how to say fuck ****
My chest hurtin', my vest hurtin'
My heart hurtin', I fuck with 'em
He raised me, grew up with 'em
Taught me 'bout some of the street shit
Kind a **** ya ain't want beef with
Got me wonderin' how in the hell he slip
That just go to show me shit
None of us **** untouchable
I ride with somethin' e'ry where I go
Will I live to see thirty?
That's questionable
I told God, times hard
Gotta know how to spit these rhymes hard
Had to bust heads to get that bread
Sometime it can bleed or leave a scar
Livin' my life like fuck them all
No I ain't sayin' big hump them all
Waitin' for the blaze me a blunt tomorrow
Then lay around there and get stumped tomorrow
Try to play me like a punk tomorrow
Had your ass in the trunk tomorrow
Leave the ice to my brother
Before I got to my heart
Leave the house and the cars all to my lil' boy
Close my eyes, I'm goin' to god
Trill fam, holla at you boy
We still fam, I'm forever born
When time comin' you ain't never knowin'
[Verse 8]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to Lord, my soul to take
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to lord, my soul to take
Written by: Bruce Rome, S Martin, T Hatch, W. Gradney