Faith lyrics

[Intro]
RBE SOB, man, that's the gang man
f*ck you suckers, for you other n*ggas I ain't f*ckin' with, ah

[Chorus]
Young n*gga gotta have faith
I ain't have it for a minute, got it tatted on my face
A lot of sh*t ain't been the same
I be goin' through some pain, you can see it in my face
Every day another struggle
Every day a n*gga switch and I can't trust him
All this sh*t I been through make me hustle
I'll go out my way and do whatever if I love you

[Verse 1]
Why everybody switchin' on a n*gga?
Say I'm actin' different, ain't no difference for a n*gga
When I was drownin', they wasn't chippin' on a n*gga
Went and took one flight, now they lookin' for a n*gga
So what's up n*gga?
I ain't never ran or been a punk n*gga
See these n*ggas out, they like to talk when they confront n*ggas
Ain't no ones n*gga, gang sh*t when we jump n*ggas
Big drum n*gga, I ain't gotta throw a punch n*gga
In other words I don't talk to these n*ggas
We ain't in the same class, I can't walk with you n*ggas
I ain't have nothin', what you offer a n*gga
If it was up to her she'd do it all for a n*gga
That's why I f*ck with you
And I put all my trust in you
And I f*ck with you, I ain't think I'd fall in love with you
Stuck with you, hundred round drum, I'll bust for you
Know your old n*gga never really did much for you
b*tch I'm really out here thuggin'
I was hustlin', we was really out here strugglin'
In the field and we really out here clutchin'
I'm really out here blessed 'cause I really came from nothing n*gga
Really really, really really
You ain't, really with me, you don't really feel me
b*tch I'm, really really ridin' hemi hemi
Really, tote a fully, squeeze it 'til it's empty
When you really in these streets it get hard
When you goin' through the pain it get dark
Forty on me, paranoid so be cautious
Clutchin' on my SIG 'cause I don't know who wanna off me
Open doors for these n*ggas, they ain't thankful
n*ggas ain't support from the start, I don't blame you
n*ggas talkin' hard on these songs and I thank you
'Cause when I bring that real sh*t to you I'ma change you
You let n*ggas pump you up, get in your head, huh
Make you think you really ain't who you is, huh
'Cause deep down inside, huh, you a b*tch, huh
If you get caught and go down, you a snitch, huh
I don't give no passes for that f*ck sh*t
Y'all be on too much of that compassion and showin' love sh*t
f*ck it, if I got that thang I'ma bust it
He told her you with him
'Cause that's your mans that he grew up with, f*ck sh*t
[Outro]
Thirties, fifties, hundreds, b*tch we got 'em
b*tch we been gettin' money
Talk sh*t with the diamonds in your chain b*tch
SOB the gang b*tch
Y'all the type of n*ggas I don't f*ck with
On my mama, b*tch I'm thuggin'
On my mama I made somethin' out of nothin'
On my mama you n*ggas ain't on nothin'
On my mama you n*ggas ain't on nothin'