Born sinner like biggie, maybe cole If you picture pitch black You can peer into my soul Angels probably crying Ain't no penance for my roles I don't wanna face a sentence But it's clear I'm getting cold I try hard, every time I think I'm on the way up All the wicked stuff I'm plotting makes me stay up It's like I ain't in control of my soul Doing good is hard labor But evil's like a layup Mama ain't raise me wrong Partner I ain't popping pistols 'til your brain is blown Still I know my list of sin Is getting way too long If only god can judge me What lawyer gon take me on, take me on
I'm a man, I'm a man I ain't perfect But he understands, understands Hope he do cause I got bigger plans Time is money A day's a hundred grand, hundred grand
Lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man) Oh my lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man, I'm a man) Lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man) Oh my lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man)
The bomb been dropped, dust ain't cleared Choppers ring out, drown in fear It's kill or be killed Roll up or get smoked Smile in your face But at each throats, how I know? He made me a black man With all black clothes Black coffee, blacking out on all my flows But why is black a problem Here for all my bros? And why they trying To put a tag on all our toes? Black fist on the pick sticking out my fro He made me black And put his image on my soul They thought our fight was finished in 1964 New specifics, same hearts Same issues unfold
I'm a man, I'm a man I ain't perfect But he understands, understands Hope he do cause I got bigger plans Time is money A day's a hundred grand, hundred grand
Lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man) Oh my lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man, I'm a man) Lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man) Oh my lord, lord, lord have mercy (I'm a man)
Lord have mercy (hol' up) Lord have mercy (hol' up) Lord have mercy (hol' up, hol' up) Lord (hol' up, hol' up)
Can't wait 'til it'll change, hold up Hope my waiting ain't in vain, hold up But I gotta try and hold up Can't survive if I can't get with the vibe Hold up Every single moment We got demons weighing heavy Heaven I been waiting on it Only time we ain't divided's when we groaning But he died to recruit his main opponents Good morning Tell them that I'm on the way bruh Chains is on me And I'ma get there any day bruh Wait up for me Don't know what to say But I don't wanna be vague Don't wanna get what I deserve I want my dirt in the grave Hope is hard to hold when you facing doom Hard to swallow when your stomach's Like a vacant room Hungry for the place of peace Please take me soon 'til then I'll be praising In the waiting room
Compositores: William Lee Barefield (Trip Lee), Gabriel Alberto Azucena (G-styles G-styles) ECAD: Obra #15584850