Jim Jones, Rawanna - My My My lyrics

[Jim Jones, Rawanna - My My My lyrics]

And they shootin', I must be on top
(It's clear up here)
We coopin', we must be inta trouble
Some hard type shit that cost
A quarter mill a pop
It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

How I would get the cash
I become so iconable
Cop the fast cars that come
With the trip tonic panel
I live the life that's
Filled with the jealousy
Doomed from the start
It's like we born with a felony
Where's the longevity, we in the place
Where best friends become enemies
And foul niggas got the tendency
You gotta watch what you wish for
I hope to God it's on a switchboard
When I'm tryin' to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord
See it's just my position Lord
Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while
I'm lookin' at the sky
Make it rain so I know the doves cry

Lord, do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the
Sky starts to rain that must you and God
In heaven poppin' champagne
And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy
It was your first trip with me
We was goin' hard too many
Bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' crazy with
My Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins
I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I can't forget you b day

We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I'm just wishin' I
Could see a nigga face
And they kill bang, bang
Did you get it with 'em yet?
And it's a damn shame
Because niggas still upset

Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all
I think about the street dream
Saw how we were born
But now all I got is the
Memories of two great soldiers
That are dear friends of me

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

To tell you both the truth
I ain't doin' the best
I'm tryin' to keep a positive
Mind movin' through the stress
I'm tryin' to stay afloat
They say I'm doin' the most
I'm doin' way too much
I'm playin' death to close
I'm think 'bout the thought of
Goin' back to court
For the petty little games
I really should avoid
But it's the calculator risk on
How we make the chip
Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit

If you'd a filled my shoes
Would you walk a mile?
Let the media tear you down
And turn around and smile
I thank God that I'm alive
To see a black president we screamin' 'Yes
We can' but that won't change the deficit
That ain't really even the best of it
You catch me in the streets
I will surely tell you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me praying
When I'm lookin' at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my

I'm not really complaining
But it makes me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

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