1 On 1 Talk With God Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
There's no unity no more (Yeah)
So if there's no unity, there ain't no bosses
There ain't no niggas to tell them lil' niggas they fuckin' up
Ain't no niggas to tell the older niggas they outta line
So, you know, the industry fucked up too

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
I know how to get a win, I done took a loss before
I done been a worker, middleman, and a boss before
I ain't had no money, had no cars, had to walk before
They say that the brokest be the loudest, I don't talk no more
Face, why you don't call my phone? What the fuck we talkin' for?
I already cut you once and your friends talk too much
And I had a chance to spin the globe and build a real roster
I should go and buy a tiny globe and turn it to a closet
Backstabbin', trailin' all the lies turned me to a monster
Backin' somethin' new off the lot and I forgot to vlog it
Take your shoes off for this eggshell-white carpet
Come on down, know the price is right, feel like Bob Barker (Come on down)
They want credit for the shit that they supposed to be doin'
I bumped my head a few times, nobody coached me through it
Drain you 'til there's nothin' left when them vultures get to you
Yeah, hats off, stop cappin', hands up, Black Panther
Flexin', but the message to the haters, "Look at me, I'm havin'"
Ask myself, "Where would I be if I stopped rappin'?"
Knowin' damn well I'd be somewhere tryna make it happen
Niggas get the paper and fall off and can't control the habit
Me, I got the money and spent Dawn, couldn't control the Wagen
I'm doin' good, can't complain, nigga, thanks for askin'
You know the pressure, that's what make you, shit like March Madness
(And it goes for the win)
You know the pressure, that's what make you, you might be a diamond
These boys don't want it, how I know? 'Cause they ain't even tryin'
Just to get in the room with us, they'll be a fly

[Interlude]
And all these sucker niggas, you know niggas see a nigga
He got a thug image, okay, we gon' make him a gangster rapper
And all the sudden he tellin' everybody, "Fuck the Bloods, fuck the Crips
Fuck this, East Side, fuck the West Side"

[Verse 2: Samuel Shabazz]
Gave a sermon to myself about what God been doin'
Lil' shit I go through and how I hide it in music
Had a long talk with God about what I been doin'
If I get to stay alive, what is my improvements?
Lil' battles that I had and the times I lose 'em
How the world was never mine, I'm designin' to it
It's a struggle either way, it's 'bout the odds you choosin'
Only good with dumb money, got it stuck on stupid
Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to
Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to
Hope you hope to see us fine, it's a crime not to
Hard to meet, you easy, then I know you again
In this game we in, they fakin' fam, pretend friend, it never end
Ulterior motives, interior coated
Interior decorations made by my ho
They was thinkin' I'm patiently waitin', I'm chasin' more
We gon' die on different days, so where we racin' to go?
I had to learn to check myself before I ever check the score
Know I appreciate my checks, but I blew those too, though
Who bro? Who knows? Way he move cool, oh
She love to run, Juno, ain't got a lot of judo
He used to do the fool, though, still want his kudos
Have you did new, though? You know how they do you
In this world of ours, ain't no girls that's ours
You know they change with the season, when the world revolve
You can't control nobody, just control the dog shit
Can't control what happened, barely even know what caused it

[Outro]
But you ain't that nigga
You goin' home to your big-ass crib every night, goin' to sleep
While these lil' niggas out here killin' each other
And you tellin' a nigga to get money, but you ain't tell a nigga the rules
So he gettin' money, then he get fucked up and he tell on his man