Chorus
It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo
I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice
It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul
Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)
It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know
It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo
Another lost soul, up at the crossroads
Regulatin' up in this thang
while you suckers hatin up in this thang
You might as well respect the game
'Cuz it's time to see a change
Talk about your flows and your clothes
And all your hos and your doughs
What about the ones with the holes in their souls
Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow
And how you done lived with their dough
And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you know
Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed
While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real
So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game
Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name
That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
Chorus
Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be
Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies
And think they thuggin but really buggin
On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they huggin
While they locked in the cell,
See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that
Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back
Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch
Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this
And rea
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