Luv My Niggaz - Şevin, Dontae, Faith Pettis

I love my niggas

Dontae the

Paint a perfect picture for the hood

HOGMOB Ministries, love

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I love my niggas

I had to write this one for the hood

Because I love my niggas

I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams

To save my niggas

I know the church gon' persecute me, homie

Because I called y’all «niggas»

But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up

And kill my niggas

A hundred thousand worth of work off in the duffle bag

Pant sag, blue bandana on my pistol hand

Black Benz, with Sacchi rims and the police cam

Man we gon' eat if it land and it go as planned

Get canned, I be damned if I’m in the pin

Slammed hand washing the drawers of another man

I been converted, now a Christian man

A fisherman, but I’ll still get that guap 'cause I’m a businessman

Root of all evil had ahold of me

Brief summary: he approached me brotherly like he had love for me

Although he bonded me with suffering

What’s puzzling is now I’m bubbling delivered from my hustling

Snatching my niggas out the genocide

It’s been prophesied my possession multiply if He be magnified

I set aside all sin through him is justified

Rise as He specified, succeed because I love my niggas

I love my niggas

I had to write this one for the hood

'Cause I love my niggas

I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams

To save my niggas

I know the church gon' persecute me, homie

Because I called y’all «niggas»

But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up

And kill my niggas

They say love covers a multitude of sin we in

And the birth of men come from the very turf we bangin' in

Tilt the Henn', pop a pill to make your hands bend

Fornicating with a has-been hid in her bare skin

Lil' mama used to be a ten but drugs done hit her veins

And she sniffin' the cocaine that the homies slang

Father, I pray my work is not in vain

I need You to be the morphine to take away these niggas' pain

For what it’s worth, if I did murk return to Mother Earth

Satan gon' get that work because my hurting can’t be reimbursed

Although I wanna snatch that nigga purse

There ain’t nothing in that faggot purse to get me what my nigga’s worth

And as he lurk among these trenches in the purple shirts

Stay on the alert 'cause I’m in search to find a convert

Build up a church from the same turf my old-school Chevy skrrts

Don’t mind putting in dirty work while mobbing in these Converse

I love my niggas

I had to write this one for the hood

'Cause I love my niggas

I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams

To save my niggas

I know the church gon' persecute me, homie

Because I called y’all «niggas»

But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up

And kill my niggas

I love my niggas, it’s not to call them ignorant

It’s a term of endearment

You ain’t from it, you can’t feel this

Solidify with the realest, started out at the bottom

A long way from picking cotton where bullets rain in the autumn

My kids raised up in that Sodom and daughters turn baby mamas

Raised by they mamas, street conditioned for the drama

Man, my niggas shared a llama and we sold about the same sack?

He’ll always be my nigga and can’t nobody change that

Married to the game, where the ring at?

He wasn’t loyal to us, had to change that

Flip the page, came to tell you Jesus saves

Whips and chains conditioned, boy, you still a slave

Gettin' paid, go down for the tree and you gettin' hanged

Judge got a noose for ya, I got the truth for ya

He died and rose, imagine what he could do for ya

Set you free, jump in that water and feel the ecstasy

Gotta keep it real, that’s what they expect from me

I love my niggas

I had to write this one for the hood

'Cause I love my niggas

I stretch out a couple bands, run through a hundred grams

To save my niggas

I know the church gon' persecute me, homie

Because I called y’all «niggas»

But I’m gonna pray until the police no longer spray up

And kill my niggas