And they shootin', I must be on top   (It's clear up here)   We coopin', we must be inta trouble   Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop   It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic      How I would get the cash, I become so iconable   Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel   I live the life that's filled with the jealousy   Doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony      Where's the longevity, we in the place   Where best friends become enemies   And foul niggas got the tendency   You gotta watch what you wish for   I hope to God it's on a switchboard   When I'm tryin' to say a prayer      And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord   See it's just my position Lord   Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky   Make it rain so I know the doves cry      Lord, do You hear me praying   When I'm lookin' at the sky?   I hope You can hear what I'm saying   It's like my, my, my      I'm not really complaining   But it makes me wanna cry   I know You can see what I'm saying   It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my      'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain   That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne   And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami   You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me      We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay   You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway   Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days   And I can't forget you b-day      We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye   And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face   And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?   And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset      Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all   I think about the street dream, saw how we were born   But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers   That are dear friends of me      Lord do You hear me praying   When I'm lookin' at the sky?   I hope You can hear what I'm saying   It's like my, my, my      I'm not really complaining   But it makes me wanna cry   I know You can see what I'm saying   It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my      To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best   I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress   I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most   I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close      I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court   For the petty little games I really should avoid   But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip   Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit      If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile?   Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile   I thank God that I'm alive to see a black president   We screamin' 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit   That ain't really even the best of it   You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it      Lord do You hear me praying   When I'm lookin' at the sky?   I hope You can hear what I'm saying   It's like my, my, my      I'm not really complaining   But it makes me wanna cry   I know You can see what I'm saying   It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my