One on One (Explicit) - Yo Gotti

Make sure you put the autotune on

Yeah yeah

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

If I could talk to God like a real ni**a one on one

I'd tell him

Need my homeboys back and a couple niggas that's jailin'

Couple niggas convicted felons

I like the church but I don't trust the reverend

Soul been absent in my presence

And am I wrong if I bring my weapon

Yeah I said my prayers I got my blessings

I'm still stressing so I'm finessing

Ain't holding back these my confessions

If I could talk to God like a real ni**a one on one

I'd ask him

I see my career goin' to the next level but my mind goin' backwards

I can't shake the street sh*t still on the beef sh*t

Every time I try to do the right thing niggas

Think I'm on some sweet sh*t

Then I had to get them choppers out again

I tried to retire lord

Forgive me for my sins once and once again

Somebody got to die lord

I'm like why lord

They think I'm blood they think I'm vice lord

I'm overthinking sh*t 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys

Is they right lord is they foul lord

Real sh*t I'll take 'em out lord

If I could talk to God one on one like a real ni**a I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake

Lord can you teach me please show me the way

Lord can you teach me please show me the way yeah

Lil Dora seen me with a strap ask me daddy what is that

Lil son asked me 'bout Cecil told him he ain't coming back

My b**ch came in asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof

Told 'em gangster baby one thing about it is I ain't bulletproof

Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they gon' do or not

Wondering is they gon' shoot or not

Interview like how many niggas you done shot

Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil she a damn liar

See me bustin' that fire

Tryna protect the guys from the other side

Man I love these lil niggas like these my brothers

If any niggas come and touch 'em I swear to God it'll crush 'em

I can't let that happen 'fore I ever started rappin'

All that sh*t I be talking about I was doing that sh*t in the hood

With all the niggas I be talking 'bout

If I could talk to God like a real ni**a

Ask him please give me back Cecil

Please give me big G and Poochy then Pinot

Sh*t hurt lord I ain't over 'em

When the tears come it be pouring

I know this rap sh*t my blessin'

When I ain't in the hood sh*t be getting borin'

I'm so used to hustlin' I'm so used to thuggin'

I don't know how to ignore it

Grab all my chains hop in the lambo and just floor it vroom

If I could talk to God one on one like a real ni**a I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake

Lord can you teach me please show me the way

Lord can you teach me please show me the way yeah

I used to pray to God to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck

When I was dead broke I didn't have a dollar

And I didn't give a f**k

I done ran off on the plug twice he ain't pickin' up

When we run into 'em when we put it to 'em like give it up

Run it my ni**a we so one hundred my ni**a

It's only a few of us

Talking to God just tryna decide

If life really meant for the two of us

'Cause niggas is shady I tuck the three eighty

You thought I was slippin' I tore him up

Snap on that ni**a no warm up

I got the a and I pour it up

Touching your city no tour bus

Diamonds they drippin' like water

Have it your way like it's burger king

Ni**a can I take your order

We sellin' work like it's Medellin

I'm turnin' three in the four door

Watch for the D's and the tourists

Prayin' we never get caught up

If I could talk to God one on one like a real ni**a I'd say

Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake

Lord can you teach me please show me the way

Lord can you teach me please show me the way yeah