One on One (feat. YFN Lucci & Meek Mill)

Make sure you put the autotune on
 Yeah, yeah
 Murda on the beat so it's not nice
 If I could talk to god like a real nigga one on one, I'd tell him
 Need my homeboys back, and a couple niggas that's jailin'
 Couple niggas convicted felons
 I like the church but I don't trust the reverend
 Soul been absent in my presence
 And am I wrong if I bring my weapon?
 Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my blessings
 I'm still stressing so I'm finessing
 Ain't holding back, these my confessions
 If I could talk to god like a real nigga one on one, I'd ask him
 I see my career goin' to the next level but my mind goin' backwards
 I can't shake the street shit, still on the beef shit
 Every time I try to do the right thing niggas think I'm on some sweet shit
 Then I had to get them choppers out again
 I tried to retire Lord
 Forgive me for my sins, once and once again
 Somebody got to die, Lord
 I'm like why Lord?
 They think I'm blood, they think I'm vice Lord
 I'm overthinking shit 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys
 Is they right Lord? Is they foul Lord?
 Real shit I'll take 'em out Lord
 If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say
 Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?
 Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way
 Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah
 Lil Dora seen me with a strap, ask me, daddy, what is that?
 Lil son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he ain't coming back
 My bitch came in, asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof
 Told 'em gangster baby, one thing about it is I ain't bulletproof
 Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they gon' do or not
 Wondering is they gon' shoot or not
 Interview like how many niggas you done shot?
 Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar
 See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side
 Man I love these lil niggas like these my brothers
 If any niggas come and touch 'em, I swear to god it'll crush 'em
 I can't let that happen, 'fore I ever started rappin'
 All that shit I be talking about, I was doin' that shit in the hood
 With all the niggas I be talkin' 'bout
 If I could talk to god like a real nigga, ask him please give me back Cecil
 Please give me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot
 Shit hurt Lord, I ain't over 'em
 When the tears come it be pourin'
 I know this rap shit my blessin' when I ain't in the hood shit be gettin' borin'
 I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to thuggin', I don't know how to ignore it
 Grab all my chains, hop in the Lambo and just floor it, vroom
 If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say
 Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?
 Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way
 Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah
 I used to pray to god to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck
 When I was dead broke I didn't have a dollar and I didn't give a fuck
 I done ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up
 When we run into 'em when we put it to 'em like give it up
 Run it, my nigga, we so one hundred my nigga, it's only a few of us
 Talkin' to god, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us
 'cause niggas is shady, I tuck the three-eighty
 You thought I was slippin', I tore him up
 Snap on that nigga, no warm up
 I got the A and I pour it up
 Touchin' your city, no tour bus
 Diamonds they drippin' like water
 Have it your way like it's Burger King
 Nigga can I take your order?
 We sellin' work like it's Medellin
 I'm turnin' three in the four-door
 Watch for the D's and the tourists
 Prayin' we never get caught up, god bless
 If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say
 Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?
 Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way
 Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah