Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me, Don't want to go to jail, I'm tired of getting arrested G, I know I'm sinning when I'm sell crack, But to a young nigga like me a G ain't no turning back Trying to settle down is hopeless, With a nagging old lady and a baby I can't cope with it, A chance is something that I never had, I'm standing on this corner, i got my rocks up in a skittles bag