"Cadillac On 22's" lyrics

Thank you [?]
It's gon be aight though
This one's for you, yeah
Cadillac's on 22s
Pimp my voice and mack these beats
Pray to the to the Lord for these Mississippi streets

Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice (Yeah), and mack these beats (Yeah)
And pray to the Lord (Yeah), for these Mississippi streets, hey

God I know that we pimp, God I know that we wrong (Wrong)
God I know I should talk about more in all my songs (Songs)
I know these kids are listening (Listening), I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get em when 22" rims are glistening
I know these walls are talking, Lord I want to do right (Right)
I tried to fight but these demons they come to me at night (Night)
Like my Momma, my Daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Michelle but I guess I still got Dwayne and Roy
My cousin Sweets, Mama Lena and Jason
Lord I'm praying for SWAC, my heart is steady pacing
Keep him off them drugs (Drugs), far away from thugs (Thugs)
He's still my hero but just a shell, man of what he was
Yeah smoke and get a buzz, but God I hear you calling
And shit wrong with balling, but my soul is just steady falling
In to sex and the debt, into an Earthly jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell, yeah (Yeah)

Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice, and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord, for these Mississippi streets, hey

Lord they hung Andre Jones
Lord they hung Raynard Johnson
Lord I want to fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord please just tell me something
My folks still dumping my music bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is steadily pumping, my heart is steadily breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man I'm so sick of taking
Maybe Hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is Hell and just a place for us to learn
'Bout your love, your will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first place
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home, this world right here feeling so dark
It's feeling so cold, Lord I'm getting so old
I don't if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was your footprint in the sand carrying us on your back

Cadillac's on 22s (Yeah)
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice, and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord, for these Mississippi streets, hey
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice, and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord, for these Mississippi streets, hey
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice, and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord, for these Mississippi streets, hey

Yeah, yeah
Cadillac's on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice, and mack these beats
And pray to the Lord, for these Mississippi streets, hey