God Take Care Of Babies & Fools (feat. B-Legit & Work Dirty)

Tell ya 'bout how shit go

Narrate this shit right quick

He ain't playin' with a full deck, he been goin' through a lot of shit

Put holes in ya like a hairnet, bust his 50-clip

Picked the wrong nigga to fuck with and the wrong day to do it

He'll air this bitch out like a muthafucka pooted

And diarrhea at the mouth is forbidden

Everybody know who did it, but ain't nobody fibbin'

His cuz'n'nem on the road, they rap, they ghetto gold

In a Sprinter van, fuck a bus on promotional tour

Young niggas, they savages, they mamas is on dialysis

They daddy the streets, the streets raised them lil' bastards

So, what you 'posed to do if you was them?

If they die today, they'll go to Heaven

Nobody taught 'em bout the Lord and the afterlife

Daddy in the bing, mama on the pipe

Life is a gamble so I'mma roll the dice

You only live once, not twice

Man, the streets so ugly

Niggas dyin' out here to get some money

Aw man, if you knew what I knew

You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

Oh man, can't trust ya own partners

Niggas see ya comin' up and try to rob ya

All day, if you knew what I knew

You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too, Lord

Get a check from the work move around and bent

Got a condo in the city, you don't trust shit

Not even ya bitch, got a baby by her

Ya taught her how to trick, turned her to a liar

She be sellin' fire in the intersection

Talk about her flaws and her imperfections

Lookin' for the love in the wrong section

So she only sexin' after she collectin'

When them times get wicked and yo' feelings too

And them niggas you with, talkin' killin' you

And that bitch you hit, he hit too

So, who you gon' trust when it's time to?

Puttin' mine's in the hands of the Most High

Abraham and Jacob, the 12 tribes

The Lord comin' back, wink of eye

Repent for the sins, turn back to Jah

Man, the streets so ugly

Niggas dyin' out here to get some money

Aw man, if you knew what I knew

You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

Oh man, can't trust ya own partners

Niggas see ya comin' up and try to rob ya

All day, if you knew what I knew

You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too, Lord

I got my life, health and stress so I'mma say it

When life deal me a crap hand, I play it

Hood tax? I'll die before I pay it

Not a hater, wanna see all my niggas make it

I slap E-40 and B-Le like my dad

Drunk? Call Uber or a cab

All my life I been a hustler, I ain't never been lazy

That's what I told my young comrade

I run numbers in the summer, free the weed right now

Got a nigga in Virginia, need the tree right now

Ya niggas ain't knowin', I could see right now

Put the message in the music on the beat right now

OG on the case, got the cases of slur

Bandanna on the [?], what you think that's for?

I'm cool with the niggas and I love the ladies

And God gon' take care of fools and babies

Man, the streets so ugly

Niggas dyin' out here to get some money

Aw man, if you knew what I knew

You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

Oh man, can't trust ya own partners

Niggas see ya comin' up and try to rob ya

All day, if you knew what I knew

You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too, Lord