[Intro]

It's gon' be aight though (ohh)

This one's for you, yeah!

Cadillacs on 22s...

Pimp my voice and mack these beats..



[Chorus - repeat 2x]

Cadillacs on 22s

I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true

Pimp my voice and mack these beats and

Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey!



[Verse]

God I know that we pimp

God I know that we wrong

God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs

I know these kids are listening

I know I'm here for a mission

But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten

I know these balls are talking

Lord I wanna do right

I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night

Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys

I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy

My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason

Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient

Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs

He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was

Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling

And shit wrong wit balling

But my soul is just stelly [steadily] balling

And the sex and the dead, and the other jail

God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?



[Chorus]



[Verse]

Lord they hum Andre Jones

Lord they hum Reynold Johnson

Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing

Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something

My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing

My heart is stelly pumping

My heart is stelly breaking

Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man

I'm so sick of taking

Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn

Maybe Earth is telling just a place for