Testi Please LAWD - Jackboy

Please LAWD

It’s a Wayne beat
Helluva beat, baby
Please Lord, don’t ever let my niggas up in tram
Please Lord, I love my nigga, I know he feel the same
Please Lord, protect me from these bitches chasin' after fame
Please Lord, protect 'cause I’m playin' in a dirty game
Please Lord, can’t keep me out here focused on that cash
Please Lord, can’t keep me out here workin' on my craft
Please Lord, make sure I’m on go when I ain’t strapped up with the gat
Please Lord, I’m from the hood, so it might never come to that
I’m from the hood, even without a gun, I wish a nigga would
I don’t give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas, let’s get that understood
Put a bag in your head, like a head ain’t dead
If he ain’t playin' it by the book
All a nigga see is red, you know murder she wrote
I came in with the crooks
Come around and front, thought I wouldn’t be none
I used to get overlooked
In the booth goin' dumb, makin' songs 'bout the slum
Now, I’m gettin' paid for my hooks
If I go broke right now, put that on God, somebody shit gettin' took
Knock him down to the ground, but he don’t make a sound
These pussy niggas really be shook, uh
All of these bitches, I blow it on Fendi
I’ll never be
, that money got plenty
Clip hold fifty, I shoot 'til it’s empty, this shit could get deadly
I always stay ready
Hands don’t get sweaty, I hold that bitch steady
I spin in a Chevy, turn you to a veggie
Well known in my city, but I’m far from friendly
trendy with Yak there in Heaven
Please Lord, don’t ever let my niggas up in tram
Please Lord, I love my nigga, I know he feel the same
Please Lord, protect me from these bitches chasin' after fame
Please Lord, protect 'cause I’m playin' in a dirty game
Please Lord, can’t keep me out here focused on that cash
Please Lord, can’t keep me out here workin' on my craft
Please Lord, make sure I’m on go when I ain’t strapped up with the gat
Please Lord, I’m from the hood, so it might never come to that