Текст песни Babyface Ray, Samuel Shabazz - 1 On 1 Talk With God

There's no unity no more (Yeah)
So if there's no unity, there ain't no bosses
Ain't no nigga that tell the lil' nigga they fuckin' up
Ain't no nigga that tell the older nigga they outta line
So, you know, the industry fucked up too

I know how to get a win, I done took a loss before
I done been a worker, middleman, and a boss before
I ain't had no money, had no cars, had to walk before
They say that the brokest be the loudest, I don't talk no more
Face, why you don't call my phone? What the fuck we talkin' for?
I already cut you once and your friends talk too much
And I had a chance to spin the globe and build a real roster
I should go and buy a tiny low and turn it to a closet
Backstabbin', trailing all the lies, turned me to a monster
Backin' somethin' new off the lot and I forgot to vlog it
Take your shoes off for this egg-shell white carpet
Come on down, know the price is right, feel like Bob Barker
Come on down
They want credit for the shit that they supposed to be doin'
I bumped my head a few times, nobody coached me through it
Drain you till there's nothin' left when them vultures get to you
Yeah, hats off, stop cappin', hands up, Black Panther
Flexin', but the message to the haters, look at me, I'm havin'
Ask myself, "Where would I be if I stopped rappin'?"
Knowin' damn well I'd be somewhere tryin' to make it happen
Nigga get the paper and fall off 'em, can't control the habit
Me, I got the money and spent all, couldn't control the wagon
I'm doin' good, can't complain, nigga, thanks for askin'
You know the pressure, that's what make you, shit like March Madness
And it goes for the win
You know the pressure, that's what make you, you might be a diamond
These boys don't want it, how I know? 'Cause they ain't even tryin'
Just to get in the room with us, they'll be a fly

And all you sucka nigga, you know a nigga see a nigga
He got a thug image, okay, we gon' make him a gangster rapper
And all of a sudden he tellin' everybody, "Fuck the Bloods, fuck the Crips
Fuck this, East Side, fuck the West Side"

Gave a sermon to myself about what God been doin'
Lil' shit I go through and how I hide in the music
Had a long talk with God about what I been doin'
If I get to stay alive, what is my improvements?
Love battles that I had and the times I lose 'em
How the world was never mine, I'm designed into it
It's a struggle either way, it's 'bout the eyes you choosin'
Only good with dumb money, got it stuck on stupid
Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to
Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to
Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to

Hard to meet you easy, then I know you again
In this game we in, they fakin' fam, pretend friend, it never end
Ulterior motives, interior coated
Interior decorations made by my ho
They was thinkin' I'm patiently waitin', I'm chasin' mo'
We gon' die on different days, so we racin' to go
I had to learn to check myself before I ever check the score
Now I appreciate my checks, but I blew those too, though
Who broke? Who knows? Way he move, Kool-O
She let him run, Juno ain't got a lot of judo
He used to do the fool though, still want his kudo
Have you did new though, you know how they do you
In this world of ours, ain't no girls as ours
You know they changed with the season, when the world revolve
You can't control nobody, just control the dog shit
Can't control what happened, barely know what caused it
But you ain't that nigga
You goin' home to your big-ass crib every night
Goin' to sleep
While these lil' nigga out here killin' each other
And you tell a nigga to get money
But you ain't tell a nigga the rules
So he get money, then he get fucked up
And he tell on his man