Cadillac On 22's - David Banner

It’s gon be aight though

This one’s for you, yeah

Cadillac’s on 22s

Pimp my voice and mack these beats

Pray to the to the Lord for these Mississippi streets

Cadillac’s on 22s

I ain’t did nothing in my life but stayed true

Pimp my voice and mack these beats

Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets

God I know that we pimp, God I know that we wrong

God I know I should talk about more in all my songs

I know these kids are listening, I know I’m here for a mission

But it’s so hard to get em when 22″ rims are glistening

I know these walls are talking, Lord I want to do right

I tried to fight but these demons they come to me at night

Like my Momma, my Daddy, my girl and all my boys

I lost Michelle but I guess I still got Dwayne and Roy

My cousin Sweets, Mama Lena and Jason

Lord I’m praying for SWAC, my heart is steady pacing

Keep him off them drugs, far away from thugs

He’s still my hero but just a shell, man of what he was

Yeah smoke and get a buzz, but God I hear you calling

And shit wrong with balling, but my soul is just steady falling

In to sex and the debt, into an Earthly jail

God I’m stacking my mail but will I end up in hell

Lord they hung Andre Jones

Lord they hung Raynard Johnson

Lord I want to fight back but I’m just so sick of bouncing

Lord I’m sick of jumping, Lord please just tell me something

My folks still dumping my music bumping but I feel nothing

My heart is steady pumping, my heart is steady breaking

Sometimes I feel like I’m faking, man I’m so sick of taking

Maybe hell ain’t a place meant for us to burn

Maybe Earth is hell and just a place for us to learn

Bout your love, your will and grace

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born in the first place

Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park

So we can come home this world right here feeling so dark

It’s feeling so cold, Lord I’m getting so old

I don’t if I can take this world right here no more

22 inch rims on the 'Lac

I guess that was your footprint in the sand carrying us on your back