"Ghetto Gospel 4" lyrics
(Chamberlain with the points)
Oh wee
Oh wee
Uh-huh
SGG4 Splatt Mafia
The Preacher, the Pastor
They'll never understand
This is what it feels like fightin' demons
Loved ones plottin', schemin'
Livin' in a nightmare, prayin' that you just dreamin'
Michael Jackson playin', daughter got cancer, can't beat it
Health insurance whoopin' ass, but baby girl really need it
Nephew pistol whipped his own cousin, he a straight demon
Cousin didn't take his dope case when police screened him
Cryin' to the Lord wonderin' why his life ain't easy
God don't give a man what he can't handle if you love Jesus
Well at least that's what granny said
But it's hard to know that now 'cause shit granny's dead
When it's roaches by your pillow, Its garbage in your head
My uncle work a 9-to-5, he live up in a shed
Lil' nigga should've hit the gym, he rather swallow meds
He woke up in the county jail, he left somebody bled
Why is trouble quick to find, but it's slow to leave?
You ever read eviction notice papers and couldn't breathe?
She gave a man everything, he gave her STDs
She kept you warm with a jacket, he didn't have a sleeve
He had the nerve to hit a woman, leave her on her knees
She came home and shot her husband when the kids asleep
My twin sanchy in the feds, he left his son with me
And Sosa's gone, I gotta raise his son to seventeen
My father's havin' health problems, he can barely clean
My stepmomma stressin', nursin', he finna lose his queen
I thought the Maybachs and trips would make my nigga swing
I seen my dog stop fightin', it made me cry a stream
You told me have these grandkids, nigga, fuck you mean?
He wanna see his son at home more than on the screen
I wanna help my daddy exercise and save the king
But all these bills got my time tied to many strings
I pay for all my family and his family and they dreams
Still owe them, favors to my friends, not to lose they things
Providin' opportunities so they can live they dreams
I treat they kids like they my kids, they mamas and aunties
But every motherfuckin' Christmas not one gift for me
'Cause Santa never get no presents, fool, you bought the tree
Probation for my cases, I'm on supervision
Evaded laws with Lil Bird, now he no longer living
Drippin' made the wrong turn, now he in the prison
They gave sanch such a hundred months, we had to fill a sentence
Sayso died in front of my eyes, it fucked up my vision
I heard his killers died too, tryin' to pay a visit
If all the violence stopped, would the world stop spinnin'?
My daughter ten and can't talk, shit ain't pretty
He can't say it with his chest, these niggas straight titty
I keep all the bases loaded, nigga, eight innin'
These the tears of a crocodile, worst days crack a smile
She done raised both these niggas sons, now her own child
Her own boy in jail for sellin' fent', he'll be gone awhile
He left three-hundred K before they hit, hope she hold it down
Playin' with them sheeps up in the streets when wolves came around
Exactly how ya pops a get popped or cuffed to the ground
Wish we knew the beats of drums from another sound
Only drums I know is Tommy guns and a hundred rounds
Started record label with my dogs, now they in the pound
Barely see my son at night time, I see the moon and frown
Baby mama trippin', got to watch her fall and hit the ground
Try to make a difference, but sometime it's meant to move around
Just to feed the kids, gotta risk my life in different towns
Thanos puttin' crystals down is like us puttin' pistols down
Oh wee
Ghetto Gospel 4
Tryna stress less and live more
Plantin' seeds, they grow
Shit show, free the Splatts
Probation for my cases, I'm on supervision
Evaded laws with Lil Bird, now he no longer living
Drippin' made the wrong turn, now he in the prison
They gave sanch such a hundred months, we had to fill a sentence
Sayso died in front of my eyes, it fucked up my vision
I heard his killers died too, tryin' to pay a visit
If all the violence stopped, would the world stop spinnin'?
My daughter ten and can't talk, shit ain't pretty
Oh wee
Oh wee
Uh-huh
SGG4 Splatt Mafia
The Preacher, the Pastor
They'll never understand
This is what it feels like fightin' demons
Loved ones plottin', schemin'
Livin' in a nightmare, prayin' that you just dreamin'
Michael Jackson playin', daughter got cancer, can't beat it
Health insurance whoopin' ass, but baby girl really need it
Nephew pistol whipped his own cousin, he a straight demon
Cousin didn't take his dope case when police screened him
Cryin' to the Lord wonderin' why his life ain't easy
God don't give a man what he can't handle if you love Jesus
Well at least that's what granny said
But it's hard to know that now 'cause shit granny's dead
When it's roaches by your pillow, Its garbage in your head
My uncle work a 9-to-5, he live up in a shed
Lil' nigga should've hit the gym, he rather swallow meds
He woke up in the county jail, he left somebody bled
Why is trouble quick to find, but it's slow to leave?
You ever read eviction notice papers and couldn't breathe?
She gave a man everything, he gave her STDs
She kept you warm with a jacket, he didn't have a sleeve
He had the nerve to hit a woman, leave her on her knees
She came home and shot her husband when the kids asleep
My twin sanchy in the feds, he left his son with me
And Sosa's gone, I gotta raise his son to seventeen
My father's havin' health problems, he can barely clean
My stepmomma stressin', nursin', he finna lose his queen
I thought the Maybachs and trips would make my nigga swing
I seen my dog stop fightin', it made me cry a stream
You told me have these grandkids, nigga, fuck you mean?
He wanna see his son at home more than on the screen
I wanna help my daddy exercise and save the king
But all these bills got my time tied to many strings
I pay for all my family and his family and they dreams
Still owe them, favors to my friends, not to lose they things
Providin' opportunities so they can live they dreams
I treat they kids like they my kids, they mamas and aunties
But every motherfuckin' Christmas not one gift for me
'Cause Santa never get no presents, fool, you bought the tree
Probation for my cases, I'm on supervision
Evaded laws with Lil Bird, now he no longer living
Drippin' made the wrong turn, now he in the prison
They gave sanch such a hundred months, we had to fill a sentence
Sayso died in front of my eyes, it fucked up my vision
I heard his killers died too, tryin' to pay a visit
If all the violence stopped, would the world stop spinnin'?
My daughter ten and can't talk, shit ain't pretty
He can't say it with his chest, these niggas straight titty
I keep all the bases loaded, nigga, eight innin'
These the tears of a crocodile, worst days crack a smile
She done raised both these niggas sons, now her own child
Her own boy in jail for sellin' fent', he'll be gone awhile
He left three-hundred K before they hit, hope she hold it down
Playin' with them sheeps up in the streets when wolves came around
Exactly how ya pops a get popped or cuffed to the ground
Wish we knew the beats of drums from another sound
Only drums I know is Tommy guns and a hundred rounds
Started record label with my dogs, now they in the pound
Barely see my son at night time, I see the moon and frown
Baby mama trippin', got to watch her fall and hit the ground
Try to make a difference, but sometime it's meant to move around
Just to feed the kids, gotta risk my life in different towns
Thanos puttin' crystals down is like us puttin' pistols down
Oh wee
Ghetto Gospel 4
Tryna stress less and live more
Plantin' seeds, they grow
Shit show, free the Splatts
Probation for my cases, I'm on supervision
Evaded laws with Lil Bird, now he no longer living
Drippin' made the wrong turn, now he in the prison
They gave sanch such a hundred months, we had to fill a sentence
Sayso died in front of my eyes, it fucked up my vision
I heard his killers died too, tryin' to pay a visit
If all the violence stopped, would the world stop spinnin'?
My daughter ten and can't talk, shit ain't pretty
Writer(s): Bryan Diaz, Albert Walker
