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From the recording God Help Me

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God Help Me
by Black Bizness

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Lyrics Written by R. Hampton, D. Merritt
Music Composed by R. Hampton

Lyrics

Song Title: God Help Me
Artist(s)/Group: Black Bizness (Rich Tycoon x Day Day)
Produced by: Rich Tycoon


Verse 1 (Rich Tycoon)
Never was the plaintiff, always the defendant
I knew that I was leaving and I meant it
No destination, vision wasn’t vivid
Couldn’t see where I was going, but I did it
Rollin’ through the fog, through the city limits
They couldn’t stop me with breaks, I was driven
Living in a prison, snakes on the sliver
But it’s cool, ‘cause I know a few gorilla’s
Sitting in the streets, no walls around me
Money scoring with a warrant, trying to avoid the county
Took a bullet to the spine, couldn’t take it out me
Yeah, it’s still sitting there like the scars inside me
I’m used to the pain, but never could get used to hurt
Constantly wondering where to turn
Tell me what is life or tell me what a life’s really worth
When you end up in the dirt or in a urn, god help me

Chorus
I don’t know where I’m gon’ be come tomorrow
God, help me
So I’m just gon’ let it ride
God, help me
People, they trying to bring me down to their level
God, help me
Knowing I was sent here to rise

Verse 2 (Day Day)
Never competed for affections, my obsession was the limelight
I wanted them to like me, in my heart it ain’t sound right
Celebrate the losses like I celebrate the wins
Had me sitting in the pen, no broads, no friends
I was just a little kid playing its old games
Playing with my nose, you never know what it’s gon’ take
I had enough doubters, not a lot of believers
Left a few behind, only haters and deceivers
Everybody got opinions, so no matter what you do there’s gon’ be consequences
People really wanna see you fall, that was the hardest lesson
Gotta come to terms with it, some just wanna watch it burn
Confident, they provoking me, I impatiently await my turn
Never tattle tell, even though they would’ve told on me
Sitting in the box, wondering which one done rolled on me
Lost time, wishing things was different, it’s that should a would a could a
Nowdays I just listen, God, listen

Chorus
I don’t know where I’m gon’ be come tomorrow
God, help me
So I’m just gon’ let it ride
God, help me
People, they trying to bring me down to their level
God, help me
Knowing I was sent here to rise

Beat/Fade
END

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