"Blacc Sam" lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Woo
I'm a child of God, the devil can't touch me
What did I do wrong? Yeah

What did I do wrong?
I done changed so much, but still they judge me
What did I do wrong?
I done loved so much, they still don't love me
What did I do wrong?
I'm a child of God, the devil can't touch me (What did I do?)
What did we do? What did we do? (What did I do?)
What did we do? What did we do? (Look)

Why you smile in my face but hate a nigga so deep?
So many people don't like me, but don't even know me
Drag my name through the mud, but when you see me, dap me up
Give me hug, show me love, man, that shit so weak
Talkin' bad to out-of-towners like, "Yeah, that nigga Pack wack
He ain't no street nigga, really a sweet nigga
But deep down inside, I really wanna get some cheese with him
But his circle tight, so fuck it, I'd rather beef with him"
Shit backwards, niggas some big actors
I'll give all this material shit
And my fans and my problems and my hustle to you
And gift wrap it, but you still won't be happy
Mm, shit crazy
Just to shit on the next nigga
You the type to never work and be pissed that my check bigger
Same bitch you wanna fuck, I be givin' her wet willies
I'm the type to give her to you and wish you the best with her, nigga

What did I do wrong?
I done changed so much, but still they judge me
What did I do wrong?
I done loved so much, they still don't love me
What did I do wrong?
I'm a child of God, the devil can't touch me (Yeah)
What did we do? What did we do? (Y'ello)
What did we do? What did we do? (Turn me down right quick, look)

I done gave niggas game
Kept it solid, never slayed niggas' names
When y'all shined on me, I kept it plain
Throwin' dirt on my name for some fame
I can't win, huh?
Askin' God to watch over me like a binge watcher
Knowin' that they could, they'll leave me with a headshot
See a nigga drownin', you the type to let your mans die
Still lookin' out for ones that hate me, but we friends, huh?
Mm, this the life of a rich young Black man
Give a nigga all you can, they kill you with Black hands
Pure hate in your heart, he need him a CAT scan
I'd be cautious when a nigga DM and say, "Tap in"
How the fuck you ask for help and then give me a backhand?
Mike Rubin spittin' facts, man, damn
Niggas envy, so I keep me a Glock in these black pants
I refuse to leave my brother here, feeling like Blacc Sam

What did I do wrong?
I done changed so much, but still they judge me
What did I do wrong?
I done loved so much, they still don't love me
What did I do wrong?
I'm a child of God, the devil can't touch me
What did we do? What did we do?
What did we do? What did we do?

The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that
Please don't ever use that, that's embarrassing
The Lunch Crew Company