Chorus

It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo

I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice

It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul

Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)

It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know

It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo

Another lost soul, up at the crossroads



Regulatin' up in this thang

while you suckers hatin up in this thang

You might as well respect the game

'Cuz it's time to see a change

Talk about your flows and your clothes

And all your hos and your doughs

What about the ones with the holes in their souls

Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow

And how you done lived with their dough

And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you know

Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed

While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real

So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game

Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name

That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation

Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication



Chorus



Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be

Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies

And think they thuggin but really buggin

On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they huggin

While they locked in the cell,

See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that

Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back

Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch

Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this

And rea