Mr. Nice Guy

If you tryna get to heaven it's a long way up
Finally reach the top to see it's all made up
I don't pray no more
God dont listen 2 me

I go berserk, still covered in dirt
Still gotta work, stains on my shirt
Get up early as fuck, put my face in the mud
I'm digging the trenches, smoke to the butt
I spoke to the boss, asked for a raise
He laughed told me to get out his face
It ain't my product and I ain't selling it
They don't pay enough so they irrelevant
Tired of being broke
They give out a couple zeros I need several more
Mask on, place ya bet
I'm chasing down this money I'll kill 4 the last check
Gotta watch my back because a nigga been in debt
Opps tryna leave a nigga leaking out stretched
I need some karma, some big pharma
Fuck da world no condom

If you tryna get to heaven it's a long way up
Finally reach da top to see it's all made up
I don't pray no more
God don't listen to me

I said I ain't never had no luxury
Dad broke momma heart that fucked with me
I just had to get up outta there
When my cousin died I learned not to care
Survival of the fittest, who can out wit it
I been in the car with drunk drivers in collisions
I try not to stress and live with no regrets
Heart broken in my chest tryna smoke til I forget
I got knives in my back but I still stand erect
Somebody go die if u force me to flex
Late nite in the studio I'm working on a mix
Goin nuts I'm nuts I'm walking with the stick
I'm a need a mic check
I'm a need my check
I'm a need my respect
I ain't got nothin left

If u tryna get to heaven it's a long way up
Finally reach da top to see it's all made up
I don't pray no more
God don't listen to me
If u tryna get to heaven it's a long way up
Finally reach da top to see it's all made up
I don't pray no more
God don't listen to me



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Writer(s): Aaron Ross
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