Finest

(Ay, there, JB, you sauced up)

Huh

(Look, go)

I don't know what I do

I say, "God, who am I?" Prayin' to the sky

I'm anxious and I'm desperate, I be wishin' that I cry

Tired of situations, I be wishin' that I die

Top, why you keep complainin'? You'll forever be my child

Livin' wild, Father, this is not how I was raised up

Opps wanna frame us, D.A. wanna hang us

I'm sorry for my thoughts and actions that ain't to Your likin'

Man, I'm scarred, this ain't no façades, I don't really like me

I don't know who I could run to

I don't know where I could run and hide

Your intentions'll get you dead, I feel alive

Gangsters approachin', look what this come to

They tellin' me I'm that guy

While off inside, I'm still holdin' all the feelings of a child

Thuggin' at its finest (finest), murder at a all-time high

Hustlin' at its finest (its finest), all my life, I've been tryna get it right

I don't need You up and leavin' me, I need You here, oh, I

Pray on my knees at night, so the angels see

I am not who they said I am

Runnin' from my birthplace

Lord, it been an earthquake

Trust in my fire, oh, I been needin' some peace

Can You say when it's on the way?

Oh, bae, you love me? Can you fuck me like you do? (Huh?)

My job got us fussin', I've been hustlin' all for you

I done got up in some trouble, but can't tell you what I do

What I done, or what I did

I don't give a fuck, I speak the truth

I'll take my stick, blow out the roof

I made a T-top out the coupé

From KD car to a Bentley

I don't trip, they laughin' at my pain

I worry God as I'm sinnin'

Scary bitch, look at my chain

They swear to God that I'm winnin'

But I've been losin' and paranoid

Might be my boys tryna get me

Stuck in prison, fuck this system

Snortin' ice inside my nose

'Til I noticed that I'm trippin'

I'm the one who got control

Bitch, I made me eight million

Whole time that I was down

I don't give a fuck about no money

Might still catch me with a frown

Might still catch me with my wife Glock

I'm in Ogden on a white block

With the Treces, even though I fuck with Southside

Grandma passed away

Saw her on FaceTime that night, that mornin', she died

Tell me when it's comin', I've been waitin', five

I know you hear me

Thuggin' at its finest (at its finest), murder at a all-time high

Hustlin' at its finest, 'cause all my life, I've been tryna get it right

I don't need You up and leavin' me, I need You here, oh, I

Pray on my knees at night, so the angels see

I am not who they said I am

Runnin' from my birthplace

Lord, it been an earthquake

Trust in my fire, oh, I been needin' some peace

Can You say when it's on the way?

Oh, bae, you love me? Can you fuck me like you do? (Huh?)

My job got us fussin', I've been hustlin' all for you

I done got up in some trouble, but can't tell you what I do

What I done, or what I did

I don't give a fuck, I speak the truth

I'll take my stick, blow out the roof

I made a T-top out the coupé

From KD car to a Bentley