Mayalino – Lord Help Me lyrics

(Verse)
My daddy left before birth, my momma gettin' high
At birth I'm born naked. My attitude fuck the earth
I'm sttealin' food stamps from my grand-ma's purse
Then low riders right behind Greg's hurse
I'm gettin' closer to hell, life's gettin' worse
We stole a car smilin', pistols on my left
Speedin' off, cop siren, we ended up in Juvie all together,
Now we tryna jump the biggest gangsta
He Lil' Red, I'm Central Park
The skin color brown, so fuck a color
Need a lil' bing, we're like brothers
Use to see his uncle in the pen with Buddha's mother
Too many R.I.P.s to mention, Joey T. was Carla Coe's street protection
I seen him in the shue and he was snitch
He still down in prison, goddamn, I thought Joey T was a gangsta

(Hook)
We were close when we were broke
We got rich and fell apart
Some niggas start snitchin' to the law
Now we're fishin' for the fire
Fingers twisted, tryna find ‘em
Like oh, my God, x2
Tell me this ain't the end
This ain't how it's ‘possed to be
But if it's how it's gotta be
Lord help me!

(Verse)
Was Jesus face with diamonds?
I'm gon' let it shine, let it shine
This Rolex with diamonds,
I'm gon' let it shine, let it shine
Me and Abel reminiscin'
Bout them 10 years in prison
I only did 3 and I was trippin'
I was fresh out the halfway house,
Then Fresh took me to Kanye's house
I meant pushin' all the candidate kilos
Misha, Garett and Tymboe in the yo
Me and Smithy ride around for Dr. Dre
Then Dre play some shit to him
And MD, goddamn.

(Hook)
We were close when we were broke
We got rich and fell apart
Some niggas start snitchin' to the law
Now we're fishin' for the fire
Fingers twisted, tryna find ‘em
Like oh, my God, x2
Tell me this ain't the end
This ain't how it's ‘possed to be
But if it's how it's gotta be
Lord help me!

(Verse)
Reminiscing how them days go by
I save a prayer, thinking the Lord ain't gon' lie
See, my homeboy shot down and that ain't gon' fly
Got a heart filled with vengeance, like I ain't gon' die
If I don't change what I'm into, jackin' boys are doubting us
Jack Moe and dope fiends slappin' hoes and pounding them
I was barely 16, but I was fuckin' wowlin' ‘em
Used to be a silent dude, that's why I was down with ‘im
We here to make ‘em get a pile a piece
He caught a brick and now it all you need
This used to be my go-to dude
Best man on my weddin', but now they wanna smoke you
They say them broke you, you ain't leavin' out and comin' back
Nigga, that's the fairest, how you doin' that?
They need to beat yo ass until it blue and black
Detect yo P.S.sign, sayn you were wacked

(Hook)
We were close when we were broke
We got rich and fell apart
Some niggas start snitchin' to the law
Now we're fishin' for the fire
Fingers twisted, tryna find ‘em
Like oh, my God, x2
Tell me this ain't the end
This ain't how it's ‘possed to be
But if it's how it's gotta be
Lord help me!