[Intro]
It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
This one's for you, yeah!
Cadillacs on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack these beats..
 [bad word] - repeat 2x]
Cadillacs on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed [bad word] Pimp my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey!

[Verse]
God I know that we pimp
God I know that we wrong
God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs
I know these kids are listening
I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do right
I tried to fight but these demons [bad word] at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
Keep 'em off them [bad word]  far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And [bad word] wrong wit balling
But my soul is just stelly [steadily] balling
And the  and the dead, and the other jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in [bad word] 
 [bad word] 

[Verse]
Lord they hum Andre Jones
Lord they hum Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is stelly pumping
My heart is stelly breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of taking
Maybe [bad word] ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling just a place for