Pastor Troy For Survival Lyrics

We Ready I Declare War Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 It's to Late Now... We Ready...
  • 2 No Mo Play in G.A.
  • 3 Stop Tryin'
  • 4 Help Me Rhonda
  • 5 For Survival
  • 6 We Want Some Answers
  • 7 Above the Law
  • 8 Eternal Yard Dash
  • 9 I Declare War
  • 10 It's on Down Here, Part 1
  • 11 It's on Down Here, Part 2
  • 12 Livin' the Day Thru
  • 13 Ain't No Sunshine
  • This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
    Doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family

    [pastor troy]
    Hangin up out the window, ready to blow
    I’m harassed by crackers, the stress of the pastor
    -look in my eyes-
    I’m in the rain sellin my shadow
    But it’s gone still follow me, so I battle
    -nah, you gone make it-
    Naw fuck that, cuz you lyin
    Look at how many made it, and look at how many tryin
    -so I guess you feel-
    No now I don’t feel, never fell never will
    Ask phil I kept it real yeah it’s still blood spill
    -who they kill? -
    All my folks
    -how they die? -
    Quickly, never really lived they life
    But they died particularly anyone who kept it real
    -trap-
    And so many old friends, prayin for my profit
    Motherfucker talked to undercovers
    -so you sell drugs? -
    No, I show love, don’t nobody love me
    Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me
    Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a g or two
    Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk

    Chorus: repeat 4x

    I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
    And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
    I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
    And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you

    [pastor troy]
    When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
    Where the fuck I’m ’posed to go?
    Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo’ smoke
    I’m to’ now, take mo to death will probably scare me
    Say I don’t give a fuck no mo’ my nigga I am ready
    God already prepared me for hell so hell I’m straight
    Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
    And i’ma be the only pastor that’ll be burnin
    No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn’t misworded
    Because ain’t nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
    Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
    Behave you, or I’ll be forced to grab my rifle
    And anything I do will be done in my survival

    (chorus) Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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