One on One (feat. YFN Lucci & Meek Mill)

作曲：Mario Mims,Rayshawn Lamar Bennett,Robert Williams,Shane Lindstrom

作词：Mario Mims,Rayshawn Lamar Bennett,Robert Williams,Shane Lindstrom

Make sure you put the autotune on

Yeah, yeah

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

If I could talk to God like a real ** one on one, I'd tell him

Need my homeboys back, and a couple **s that's jailin'

Couple **s convicted felons

I like the church but I don't trust the reverend

Soul been absent in my presence

And am I wrong if I bring my weapon?

Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my blessings

I'm still stressing so I'm finessing

Ain't holding back, these my confessions

If I could talk to God like a real ** one on one, I'd ask him

I see my career goin' to the next level but my mind goin' backwards

I can't shake the street **, still on the beef **

Every time I try to do the right thing **s think I'm on some sweet **

Then I had to get them choppers out again

I tried to retire Lord

Forgive me for my sins, once and once again

Somebody got to die, Lord

I'm like why Lord?

They think I'm Blood, they think I'm Vice Lord

I'm overthinking ** 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys

Is they right Lord? Is they foul Lord?

Real ** I'll take 'em out Lord

If I could talk to God one on one like a real ** I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah

Lil' daughter seen me with a strap, ask me "daddy, what is that?"

Lil' son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he ain't coming back

My ** came in, asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof

Told 'em gangsta baby, one thing about it, I ain't bulletproof

Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they gon' do or not

Wondering is they gon' shoot or not

Interview like how many **s you done shot?

Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar

See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side

Mam I love these lil' **s like these my brothers

If any **s come and touch 'em, I swear to God it'll crush 'em

I can't let that happen, 'fore I ever started rappin'

All that ** I be talking about, I was doin' that ** in the hood

With all the **s I be talkin' 'bout

If I could talk to God like a real **, ask him please give me back Cecil

Please give me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot

** hurt Lord, I ain't over 'em

When the tears come it be pourin'

I know this rap ** my blessin' when I ain't in the hood ** be gettin' borin'

I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to thuggin', I don't know how to ignore it

Grab all my chains, jump in the Lambo' and just floor it, vroom

If I could talk to god one on one like a real ** I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah

I used to pray to God to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck

When I was dead broke I didn't have a dollar and I didn't give a **

I done ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up

When we run into 'em when we put it to 'em like give it up

Run it, my **, we so one hundred my **, it's only a few of us

Talkin' to God, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us

'Cause **s is shady, I tuck the three-eighty

You thought I was slippin', I tore him up

Snap on that **, no warm up

I got the A and I pour it up

Touchin' your city, no tour bus

Diamonds they drippin' like water

Have it your way like it's Burger King

** can I take your order?

We sellin' work like it's Medellin

I'm turnin' three in the four-door

Watch for the D's in the Taurus

Prayin' we never get caught up, god bless

If I could talk to god one on one like a real ** I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake?

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way

Lord, can you teach me? Please show me the way, yeah