[Intro]
Ugh, I can't sleep at night lately
The devil tryna fuck with me
I pray to God (Lord), I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope) I'm tired of sellin' dope (Woah)
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope) I'm tired of sellin' dope (Woah)

[Chorus]
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a new come up, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me, but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

[Verse 1]
Tryna do right, I keep makin' mistakes
Hand to the Bible, I never been fake
How you buy yourself a new chain
When your kids ain't even got food on their plate?
I been betrayed so many times, earn my trust, it'll take a while
You can hear the pain in my songs, you can see it even when I smile
Crush up a pill and snort it, pour out the pint
My problems are gone, I'm flowin'
Temporary fix, I got a permanent problem
Tryna do good, I'm surrounded by drama
Head so fucked up, trust issues, some of them caused by my own father
Reality kickin' in, maybe I'm runnin' away from my own damn karma
I don't trust no man, I just trust my AK-47
They don't understand, I been hated since age of 11
I bet they'd be happy if they got the news that I'm in Heaven
I bet when you see me in this Rolls Royce you think it's a blessin'
I think it's a curse 'cause everything around me hurts
I pray to God it get better, but this shit keep gettin' worse
Blood, sweat and tears (Boom), I'm gettin' tired of this shit
Pick a side, homie, go legit or should I sell these bricks?
[Chorus]
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a new come up, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me, but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

[Verse 2]
I was blackballed in this rap game, it was back to flippin' that pack, man
I got dope boilin' my blood, so you know I stay with that sack, mane
Drug-dealer mentality, cut everybody off, that's what it had to be
Why you jealous of me? If I eat, you gon' eat
Every day a holiday, yeah, we gon' feast
You did me wrong, this ain't no entertainment, this my life in a song
These lyrics gon' fuck you up the day that I'm gone
See, I'm different, I don't fuck with ya, but I still forgive ya
'Cause Lord knows I ain't perfect
I'm a sinner, keep on flippin', ain't no limit
Hundred million, I'ma get it, stayin' up every night, workin' hard
These drugs got me sweatin', who do you trust? I don't trust a soul
Talkin' to myself, doctor, I think I need some help
One-one-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten pills in my nose
I just made a album in a day, snorted an ounce of blow
Tryna be a better man, change my ways, but I can't
Every time I try to change, I'm being chased by the dope
[Chorus]
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a new come up, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me, but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

[Outro]
I pray to God (Lord), I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope, woah)
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope, woah)