Sqooby - South Central Story

It's hard to find Jesus in the city of snakes
Livin in south central LA
Where niggas die any day
The land of the free, where you get robbed
And nobody heard
Bullets ain't go no name
But just it touched a few names
They pulling up
In broad daylight
Don't care if you bang
Them bullets go
Bang Bang
Like pops on Friday
That 45 left
That boy brain on the sideway
His momma told em god
Gonna move em up out this situation
Part of him was like yeah
And half of him wanted to be affiliated
Hold on lemme demonstrate it
Hit a lick
Go to jail at 22
And now you got a strike
And a felony what can you do
You once had a dream
Of being in the hall of fame
Now you off in Susanville
Staring at the walls of flames
Brodie I'd pass
So press 3 up on these Pro tools
If you don't know about LA
Then press play and lemme coach you

Nigga

Ain't you tired of getting beat down on your motherfucking knees
Ain't you tired of getting beat down on your knees, nigga
Listen
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
How you gone feel when you living in the dark
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the fogs
How you gone
Look
Black Surburban five thick on the left side of Vernon
Looking for trouble to earn a reputations from homies
He feenin for women
The ice on his neck straight chillin
Mouth gold grillin
And when he shoot
He aim with persistent
See one of dem dudes
He thought he had to be with the business
He said Ayee listen I'm nervous so I'm leaving no witness
It's 1:03, the afternoon is young as they whippin
Picked up four people
Said pull up
And lets get to chipping
He heard from God
And said you on yo way to hell
Instead he rebelled
And squeezed that tech nine
As he yelled
Fifteen shells done dropped
Shed innocent blood
See this the repercussions
That comes with being a thug
The police lurk
Lookin for dem dudes with no shirts
Arrest one witness
Who said here go the license plates sir
Scanning numbers and kick doors in the 50's
Arrest one person, the rest on a mission
Somebody snitch
(fuck tellin nigga)
Somebody snitch
(We flock together, and you gone tell nigga)
(Who the fuck told)
(Get up off you knees nigga)

The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
How you gone feel when you living in the dark

The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
How you gone feel when you living in the dark

Nigga I dont give a fuck
If Jesus was black
As long as he come back
Cause we under attack
My young nigga love flockin
Whippin money out
And now he got sentenced
11 years
Oh it ain't funny now
Before I pass judgement
I'd rather be reminded
That I could make a blind man
See me through these diamonds
Violence is really gonna continue
Till Christ walks pavements
Judas sold em for 30 bands
And literally didn't say shit
Is only evil when it touch yo hands
Don't blame money
Blame yo self
For them fucked up plans
Bitches addin to the Bible
Literally can't understand it
Cause one God sad
Lean not on your understanding
Let a sinner man preach
And talk to you in the flesh
Nah I aint perfect nigga
God ain't thru with me yet
The book of Eden
Made hair stand up on my knees
Before Hennessy, We was drinking gin
Commit sins on my knees
Down on my muthafuckin knees
Dear Heavenly Father
Please keep me safe
Because it's hard when you
Grow up Black in AmeriKKa
With Three K's in it
Why the fuck am I still on my knees
Let Us Pray

Our Father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven

Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those
Who trespass against us

And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil ones

Get off yo knees nigga

Written by:
Brandon Saunders

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