Текст песни Young Hitta - Greg B

I see yall. God see yall, too

I see you young hitta
Living in the jungle know you gotta be a gorilla
Caught up some drama, Got your finger sitting on the trigga
I know it's harder, but you really gotta see the bigger picture
Young hitta

Tattoo on my face, I aint got nothing to live for
Grew up in the streets, so it's just them and my kinfolks
Caught up in some beef, I pop my opp like a pimple
This is ain't really me, but just my world is so sinful
My shirt say RIP, they made my man memento
Smokin on this weed to ease the pain in my temple
Sippin on this lean and it's affecting my tempo
It's complicated now; I wish that life was still simple
I'm trynna make a mill, the Price is Right I play Plinko
I keep it on my hip, my essay named cuatro cinco
Let it go like Carson Palmer, catch em like Ocho Cinco
I'm shooting from the bench like Stanislav Medvedenko
Don't wanna be a thug, but can't get out my own way
Don't really wanna sell these drugs, but how else will I get paid
My pops never gave me a hug, he just left and went astray
The only time I felt real love is when my grandmomma pray

I see you young hitta
Living in the jungle know you gotta be a gorilla
Caught up some drama, Got your finger sitting on the trigga
I know it's harder, but you really gotta see the bigger picture
Young hitta

Listen to me young fella
Cuz What I say just might bless ya
I know the streets apply pressure
You gotta be tougher than leather
But Jesus can make it better
All your storms He can weather
He'll take away all those stressors
And make you light as feather
Lord please lift these curses
Hell fire ain't worth it
Deep down inside they be hurtin
Some of them real; some be purpin
Environment is real urban
And what we doing aint working
They Muslims without the turban
No good women. They be twerking
Tupac said I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
But the work of God says that it's only for those who let go
Of the sin and of the world and all the thing from the devil
Comes to steal, kill, and destroy, and take your life like a clepto
Product of your environment
Keep energy like a vitamin
When the devil comes don't invite him in
Or, he'll drain you down like a vicodin
Life aint all about the paper
Trying to tell you that you need a Savior
Life be short, just like a vapor
What happens when you meet your Maker