Lyrics:
My way might not be your way
But it's okay
It's alright, your way might not be my way
But it's okay
It's alright
Yea, I used to go to church
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
Hard times reveal true natures
True colors show when you at your worst
That struggle gonna show you something
Watch
Movin
Tell me what's the word
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Yo I don't go to church much but I need him a lot
"Have you been a good boy this year? If
Not I'm gonna split your fucking head!"
With so much Drama in the D-E T
It's kinda hard putting trimmings
On my
of love but you just changed your name
Way down below there's a half a million people
Somewhere there's a church with a great tall steeple
Inside
by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was
How much am I worth today
I'd say like it's your birthday
Listen you obey
I'm writing the screen play
I'm Marilyn and Manson by the way
I hit him so
No way
Take my freedom
No way
Surrender to the doubters and the hate
No way
Turn it down to be accepted by a fraud
No way
Give up halfway on a mission
people around me can tell you
9/10 Eric b hanging by his lonely
Work better
Focus better
Get more done
That's just me
I move as one on my own
or different, normally would classify me
I become a different type of hard, with all of these asses by me
And they earning a assist when they pass it by me
All
cause he be God? Oh no
G-o-d, I be not he, it's true, don't call me loco
And my man Eric the Wiz will stir the mini mix up like Coco
Cut like Michael
soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be
soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be
ice cream, hooked on the night scene
Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was
made the world
Then why does church feel made by man
But I'm on my way to church
Gona sing songs even if it hurts
But honestly
I feel you more when I
till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find you,
the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I said you got to work hard to want to compete
It's like
used to be a mountain of love
But you just changed your name
Way down below there's a half a million people
Somewhere there's a church with a big
a prayer with you
But I done prayed and prayed night and day
I still can't seem to find my way
Rob that ain't nothing but the devil telling you
That
and burned
Losing fake friends is something that should never hurt
cnd I always seem to pay my ties outside of church
(Verse 2)
I'm a sinner saved by
hard head make me learn shit the hard way
Dodging the fedz ain't the easy way to live, care
But nigga do it everyday to make a meal stack
Your phone
by his tongue
By what was brung
That's Why I'm really thuggin
I couldn't act hard
I came along way from troubled past
Problems don't always last
Break
what time it is
Yeah, I'm aiming for the stars
Gotta go hard, I gotta make it to the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back again
Everybody know what time it is
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