F**k Y'All - Pastor Troy

Will he will he come home tonight I’m praying for my

Ganstas and my real niggas will he will he coming home

Tonigh I’m praying for my gansta and my real niggas

He will he come home tonight I’m praying for my ganstas and my real niggas

I ain’t never ment to be gangsta

I ain’t never ment to be hard

This world so full of anger

Its like the monies god

But I know better so the chetta ain’t a issue

Plus everybody in the chevy ridin wit ya

But everybody wit ya ain’t down

And everybody down ain’t wit ya

All u gotta do is call his name

He’ll send his angels to get ya

Heavenly send your angels of protection

'Cause now the whole world got weapons

We gon make it home tonight

Yeah im smokin and thankin about the future

Livin in a world where ya own kind’ll shoot ya

Gettin to the money its funny but u a target

Brain washed really nigga this is silly

Killin bout rims killin bout cash

When its about the credit they make us look pathetic

So tonight I just want u to play this song

And everybody make it bak home its on*