Ya Allah lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn Kai, you goin’ crazy)

[Chorus]
n*ggas know this sh*t was hard, but I went hard (Oh Lord)
Please forgive me, ya Allah
Please watch over all my dawgs
Please give me the strength (Oh yeah)
Please give me a hint (Oh yeah)
I built my own temple (Yeah)
Ran it up like Temple Run
n*gga diss, I spin, on God
Flipped him like Olympics (Lord)
[?] hard?
Wish my life was easier
And my Glock got switch, I shoot and this b*tch seizure up
Watch over my men, yeah, because these streets get greasy (Yeah)
Oh Lord, I repent (Yeah)
Why I feel like I’m needin' love?
Why all my cars got tint?
I never thought I’d see this far
And I speak for the bricks (Yeah)
For the hurt man, for the hitman, for the poor dawg, for the rich man
Some switched up, n*gga get back (Mhm)
n*ggas dyin’ off if I get mad (Uh huh)
n*gga not talkin’ ‘bout no sh*t bag (Uh huh)
I’ll take off on yo’ b*tch ass, move on
Left hand prints of yo’ b*tch ass in yo’ room (Huh)
[Verse 1]
My daughter love, that's all I need
My momma love, that's all I need
My son love, that's all I need (Yeah)
I still remember that high speed
When I got hit by the police
And I had blood all in my V (Damn)
I got in shootouts in my car
It’s on Pete, that I got out
So much glass shed, I couldn’t see (Damn)
Remember b*tches broke my heart
I’m so turnt, these b*tches burnt, now it’s all G’s

[Bridge, Dialogue]
They don’t understand
This sh*t be hard in the trenches
It be hard to get out of it
And it be hard when you gotta…
Money don’t change none’
I’m still that same n*gga
Still walk ‘round with a .30 on me, two .30s on me
That’s on Pete
(Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh Lord, protect my soul
I been in this street sh*t for so long, this sh*t get cold
I turn off my phone anytime I argue with my hoes
It got hard and I was thuggin’, I’m like, “f*ck it. Can’t change clothes.”
It get hard when you chase money, f*ck that money, chase yo’ goals
I sold hard all on that block, down on that block just like my home
It get hard when you love thots that's for everybody, I need my own
They cook heart up in that pot and that sh*t cool but I need my chrome
It be hard when they be fakin’, but you so real, sh*t in my bones
(Oh Lord, sh*t in my bones)
(Why loyal sh*t in my bones)
(This real sh*t in my bones)
[Chorus]
n*ggas know this sh*t was hard, but I went hard (Oh Lord)
Please forgive me, ya Allah
Please watch over all my dawgs
Please give me the strength (Oh yeah)
Please give me a hint (Oh yeah)
I built my own temple (Yeah)
Ran it up like Temple Run
n*gga diss, I spin, on God
Flipped him like Olympics (Lord)
[?] hard?
Wish my life was easier
And my Glock got switch, I shoot and this b*tch seizure up
Watch over my men, yeah, because these streets get greasy (Yeah)
Oh Lord, I repent (Yeah)
Why I feel like I’m needin' love?
Why all my cars got tint?
I never thought I’d see this far
And I speak for the bricks (Yeah)
For the hurt man, for the hitman, for the poor dawg, for the rich man
Some switched up, n*gga get back (Mhm)
n*ggas dyin’ off if I get mad (Uh huh)
n*gga not talkin’ ‘bout no sh*t bag (Uh huh)
I’ll take off on yo’ b*tch ass, move on
Left hand prints of yo’ b*tch ass in yo’ room (Huh)
[Outro]
n*ggas dyin' off if I get mad (Uh huh)
n*gga not talkin’ ‘bout no sh*t bag (Uh huh)
I’ll take off on yo’ b*tch ass, move on
Left hand prints of yo’ b*tch ass in yo’ room