Lace Me Up (feat. Suga-T) - E-40

I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Ain't no dope on the streets, mayne, I'm behind in my rent I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning on using to bury me My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my life I been hustling, running in place But can't seem to finish the race See dudes get whopped in the face Get plucked like a bass, flew in the space for senselessness That's why I stayed prayed up and say my grace Even when I'm blended Never know when your life is suspended God can take his arms from around you and easily end it At any time, any place, any where I know my life has been spared on several occasions Suckas hating, I'm still here I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together? Bad weather always looks worse through a window Stressing and rubbing my temples I make it look easy but it's really not all that simple I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Young dude full of soul food, mama cooking pork chops Uncle slapping dominos, sister playing hop scotch And this was before the block got hot and infected And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected, check it Time went on and the game began I was losing comrades either death or the penn I was losing comrades but I'm stacking them ends We ever go to 600, we losing our friends When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad Aunties don't talk, my cousins fighting is bad In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad So I express through a pen and a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating I've been posted in the cut when them angels come get me Until that day, homie, just pray for me I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) My kinfolk, baby, momma on welfare, they house is bigger than ours 'Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. and benefit cards My home girl daughter diabetic, she like to eat a whole lot She only 9 and a half and taking insulin shots My dude got a heart condition, his ankle be swollen 'Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit smoking But I'm no better than y'all, I like to drink alcohol Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw Like kilo grams of that [Incomprehensible] Peruvian flake Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie Put on the towel to dry and broken down into zips Quarters and half of 16's and yola get flipped I maintain my faith in G O D 'cause it's just a test Repent, we confess, ask for gratefulness, yes, I'm blessed I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) I'm here right now (Pray for me) I need y'all to take this, I need y'all to take this pain away (Pray for me) I'm trying, feels like I'm dying (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me, oh, Lord (Pray for me) Every time I look around (Pray for me) Somebody got something to say (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me (Pray for me) I'm trying to do the right thing (Pray for me) Pray for me

Burn one, burn one I pull up to the club, valet park my coupe I'm lookin' on the ground 'cause I lost my damn roof I can sit real high but I'm squatin' real low (Whoa) In a '07 Lambo, same color smoke (Whoa) Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick? (Yeah) 10 grand in my pocket like I sold a half a brick Red monkeys on my ass, Gucci's on my face Prada's on my feet, on my wrist I got that Jac Don't ya like my chain? Don't ya like my grill? Ain't I fresh? Ain't I fly? Baby girl, just keep it real Wit' my paint like snot wit' the green booger guts I blow my nose wit' hunneds; I don't give a flyin' fuck Walked through the club, showed love to the DJ Left, went home, and made it rain on the freeway (Dayum!) Gucci Mane Laflare AKA Zone 6 Shawty Hunned pack of pills turned the club into a block party I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup Pull up to the club lift both doors up Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup Pull up to the club lift both doors up Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up Everything's new, fresh out of the wrapper Pull fresh out off of the lot wit' them thangs in a wrapper Hold on, push button doors go up at the same time Kush burnin', now I'm flushin' know its game time I'm ridin' down Campbellton wit' both doors up Persae in the changer wit' the dro rolled up Spent 10 thousand in a day that's off a blunt in a row 200 thousand in a safe I'm 'bout to stunt on a hoe She like, "Don't leave me!" bitch, you better get you a passport Believe me, hoe we carry straps like the task force It's easy, practice like you takin' a crash course You down to your final hour you're makin' your last choice I pull up at the club smokin' on a kush pack I walk off in the front and get the whole line pushed back Give ya boy a chance get your whole life fucked up Do it with no hands now I'm so fuckin' iced up I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup Pull up to the club lift both doors up Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup Pull up to the club lift both doors up Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maserati's and 'Vettes On eight big coupes that ain't came out yet Gucci catch, Gucci pay, Gucci talk, Gucci Mane Run down P street, pistol draw, switchin' lanes In a five-star hotel right by Lenox Give 'em 500 dollars for 15 minutes Two iced out chains, in a brand-new Range Gave the valet a hunned, told him, "Keep the change" When I walk through the mall, hoes tote my bags Just take it to the counter, don't shake the tag (Dayum!) Quarter pound of bubble kush bought it to smoke Mix it with that purple threats call it the blurp Get head, sippin' Cris', rollin' blunts, understand Rub her down it's to embrace, do it with no hands Suga Suga, Gucci Mane in my drop top 'Vette And I'm drivin' with no hands I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup Pull up to the club lift both doors up Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup Pull up to the club lift both doors up Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up

All up n ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, the beat is excruciating Your libel to find me up in an old school, Zeniths and Daytons Scooting and skating, beating and quaking, waking up the ave With a yellow bone the same complexion as a cab Money on my agenda ever since I came out the placenta, blowing and puffing on this indicia I'm a movie, I'm a cinema, motion picture gold figure 7 figure nigaa Just because I rap, don't think I won't squeeze the trigga' Not a barber but I pack an extra clippa' Put you in your place Send a couple of crash dummies, open up your face I'm addicted to this fast money rushing like a race Fuckin' around with the baking soda not the toothpaste I'm a do it till it's doomsday, till the day I'm sentenced In the meantime in between time, speak your money into existence Speak your money into existence, talking it up Man you gone live a long time, that's what's up Yea, all up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, first off, we the opposite of soft We let it get twisted like fingers crossed We stay smoking like bad exhaust Broccolini, Zucchini, aviation, vegetation Broken English, distinguish E40's translation Protection my weapon of choice, magical Walther ppq m2, tactical I like guns with bolt action Like Mossberg So intruders, they'll get what they deserve Everybody in my platoon in a tycoon for sure Trips to Jamaica, vacation buy up the top floor I got ears, I be spitting [?] bitch Wordsmith got a cold sales pitch I can sell paper to a tree, water to the sea, snow to Tahoe, chips to Bellagio Fuckin' Halle Berry's on my bucket list I'll stick my tongue in her pussy lips All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up All up in their ear like, bamboo Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bitch Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp See I be hood [unverified] But the only cheese I ever had was from the goods And man that was divided among [unverified] brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good But what we hadn't [unverified] get the gat from one of my [unverified] On the tough, Uncle Bruce [unverified] Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chicken heads squash through my hood with good intentions But always end up sparkin' antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth Hey, hoe (Hey, hoe) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin' to the rules and regulation ship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the west they got tacos and burrito vans In the south, it's [unverified] and biscuit What about the Midwest? The Midwest, dey just love to kick it Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin' for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin', paper chasin', poppin' collars Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin' I ain't no captain at the bar, signin' autographs on napkins Ball 'til we have it all, bartender talkin' about "Last call for alcohol" I'm 'bout to get to mashin' on that [unverified] If we don't get no mo' [unverified] throw glasses at that Moesha fag And I'm walkin' up out the do', step stuck and stutterin' Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarrassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby, pull my coattail and just Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good)

Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Uh, you the baddest in the building You look like you should have my children Pretty face, small waist (small waist) Big tits, dumb cakes (dumb cakes) Where the fuck yo nigga at I don't see him nowhere around this bitch That nigga clown he broke I'm rich I'm having my money I'm having my bread I'm having my paper I'm having my chips He stay at at the motel six I stay at the Ritz My dick got replay value His needs some help He getting bad reviews-yelp She staring at a nigga I ain't talking steps Tell a nigga get to stepping you found someone else I'm hella high right now, whiskey, twisted, and I'm lit Give it to me, throw it at me, I don't need a catcher's mitt Whachu got? You got yams (yams) You follow me on Instagram? I tell you what Meet me where it's at, all black Twenty-one plus I be winning Blackjack Hold the fuck up No I ain't stuck up I just like my guys like my shoes Ya know, loafed up Going with that bro stuff I be on the go-go Do some tricks with a nigga Leave him hanging like a yo-yo I ride the ride too I wasn't built for a photo I be off that Earl Stevens, I be leaning like a photo Hold on (40 water) I just got a call from her man Little rascal, alfalfa Got a frog in his pants I'm like ribbit I don't fly spirit No I ain't no dolce(?) but I hustle like I'm dancing One door is tinted, roll it down, see a glint snow(?) Money make me cum Hundred thousand in my penny jar I ain't got it in me They ain't fucking with me Get rich or die trying That ain't really fucking fit me Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you Ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you

Party goin up like a airplane ... Cause im wasted yee bitch (4)