Real shit to all my loved ones in the cemetery
I’mma live it up down here
‘til i meet you at the crossroads up there
For our loved ones dead and gone turn it up, turn it up
Feel what i feel when you hear this song turn it up, turn it up
Praise god i seen another day ‘cause lord knows
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
I praise god I seen another day could’ve went the other way
Cob is my religion what do you believe in i believe in divine intervention
I’m lucky to be breathing gun shots loud out of nowhere
Shooter tried to put me under cement god intervene
Luckily he seen it guess that right there wasn’t in the agreement
Life is cold i’ve seen it change niggers
I don’t blame, when i hang with a thousand fucking gang members
Put you in shovel trouble my pistol’s grave digger
Sipping that liquor prescribing it like
It was vike and call it painkillers drinking, driving
Swerving high on i’m thinking, crying, surging, fine
I’m sinking i am hurting why are all of my people dying
Why must you leave real niggaz die while busters breathe
Where’s the justice just the other day i was thinking ’bout
One of my dead homies and i felt something touch my sleeve
Maybe i just believe maybe it was just a breeze
As these hours pass, while i still got time in my hourglass
I praise god i seen another day ‘cause lord knows
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way i praise god i seen another day
Could’ve went the other way for our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up feel what i feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up, i praise god, i praise god
Outro
Yeah, reviving out man crooked i , psalm 82 6
Shout to the whole slaughter house team
We the la lakers dj sour milk,just incredible
La lakers dot com I praise god so what’s the morale
To the million dollar story it ain’t about money
It’s more about making something out of nothing
And if you can draw inspiration from that
That’s your millions dollars, shit
That’s even more than a million dollars
I’mma live it up down here
‘til i meet you at the crossroads up there
For our loved ones dead and gone turn it up, turn it up
Feel what i feel when you hear this song turn it up, turn it up
Praise god i seen another day ‘cause lord knows
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way
I praise god I seen another day could’ve went the other way
Cob is my religion what do you believe in i believe in divine intervention
I’m lucky to be breathing gun shots loud out of nowhere
Shooter tried to put me under cement god intervene
Luckily he seen it guess that right there wasn’t in the agreement
Life is cold i’ve seen it change niggers
I don’t blame, when i hang with a thousand fucking gang members
Put you in shovel trouble my pistol’s grave digger
Sipping that liquor prescribing it like
It was vike and call it painkillers drinking, driving
Swerving high on i’m thinking, crying, surging, fine
I’m sinking i am hurting why are all of my people dying
Why must you leave real niggaz die while busters breathe
Where’s the justice just the other day i was thinking ’bout
One of my dead homies and i felt something touch my sleeve
Maybe i just believe maybe it was just a breeze
As these hours pass, while i still got time in my hourglass
I praise god i seen another day ‘cause lord knows
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way, could’ve went the other way
Could’ve went the other way i praise god i seen another day
Could’ve went the other way for our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up feel what i feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up, i praise god, i praise god
Outro
Yeah, reviving out man crooked i , psalm 82 6
Shout to the whole slaughter house team
We the la lakers dj sour milk,just incredible
La lakers dot com I praise god so what’s the morale
To the million dollar story it ain’t about money
It’s more about making something out of nothing
And if you can draw inspiration from that
That’s your millions dollars, shit
That’s even more than a million dollars
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