True Religion - Jim Jones, Ryder, Hynief

Don’t get caught up

Most of my niggas just wanna get money

Fast money

Every dollar comes with a consequence

Where I’m from

Imagine God as he came, are we meant to sell?

Just like we playing in this game, are we meant to fell?

Well they can poison up your name, niggas sent from hell

Or better yet it’s like I’m playin' in the NFL

Because I’m kneeling to the game like T-Bow

Feds watch 'em like they got me on TiVo

And I’ll be jumping on them planes blowing weed smoke

She give 'em brains to complain about the weed smoke

And I’m a rider boy like Steve Phill

You know I love to flap toys in the speed boat

Most niggas know the plans but they never play

Talkin' 'bout them AK that they never spray

Or talk about places that they never stay

My niggas been playin' since I’m lovin' great

Pop they crack, poppin' bottles in that tunnel club

My first drop top, that was summer love

They got me in deep, thought analyzing

Used to stand over the pot while the grams was rising

Clean your whole block like I’m sanitizing

Most niggas don’t see it 'til their hammer’s rising

His demma us, nigga choose a side

Don’t get caught in cross fires when the shoot is right

And now I built for it nigga choose a lane

Seen niggas get killed for it, choose your game

I pray to see my rights and my wrongs

Forgive me for this life that was taught

I hope to see the light of the dawn

So we hustle every day and break night to the morn'

Imagine if the money was my new religion

Power, always keep it as my true religion

And if you go broke then you go to hell

And if you go broke then you go to hell

True religion demma sit with drug money

Contract killer, we call that blood money

Used to get it now they ratting for the fuzz money

Can’t stand a young’un on the come up so they mug funny

I see no pussy nigga kill a nigga no harsh

My block hot but bail’s posted with a cold heart

Milk sittin' off of 25, no shot

Chances of makin' it out the gutter, no shot

My young boys on the come up and they bustin' it straight

Robbin' niggas ain’t shit, they ain’t for no hustlin'

Bag a bitch that’s slidin' for no coffin

If it ain’t money on my mind, just raise a show, I’m stuntin'

Rick’s rock solid, thinkin' ways to break 'em quicker

Dead presidents, I’m thinking ways to make 'em flicker

You a sucker for love, I’m a heartbreakin' nigga

Old school rip or get the cake to wasted, nigga

I pray to see my rights and my wrongs

Forgive me for this life that was taught

I hope to see the light of the dawn

So we hustle every day and break night to the morn'

Imagine if the money was my new religion

Power, always keep it as my true religion

And if you go broke then you go to hell

And if you go broke then you go to hell

Hot dang, had to spend days, had to spress weeks to the PO

Plus your boys play with more keys than a CO

But now, these snitch niggas singin' like Neo

But talkin' 'bout me for how you floatin' 'round Nemo

That ain’t a threat, that’s a promise

I had your family emotional just like Carl Thomas

My bitch leam and she to live fo'

She rather get fucked when I hang 'er from out of the car window

I’m a hustler, my dream’s in the freezer

Yea, I’m fuckin' with keys but I don’t mean Alicia

Darked out, you a G through the speaker

My guns from across seas, it came hell a cheaper

We can go morgue nigga, sort it like Collar Band

Shouts to the peers from Clinton Max to power tab

A shit bird got to the tax &cab

They rep the same color that be on the maxi pad

I pray to see my rights and my wrongs

Forgive me for this life that was taught

I hope to see the light of the dawn

So we hustle every day and break night to the morn'

Imagine if the money was my new religion

Power, always keep it as my true religion

And if you go broke then you go to hell

And if you go broke then you go to hell