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Yeah. I'm screaming, "Lord, let me win. Lord, let me win." I'm screaming, "Lord, let me win" on my hands And my knees. Ain't going home till I'm rich, So what's the plan gonna be? I live my life on the road, my daily Bread on the streets. Yeah, my daily bread on the streets. Screaming, "Lord, let me win" on my hands and My knees. Ain't going home till I'm rich, so What's the plan gonna be? I live my life on the road, my daily Bread on the streets. Yeah, my daily bread on the streets. I can't even kick ball, all my friends on The wing. Don't really answer calls, well, Unless they from the bing. God blessing all the Trap niggas praying get it in. I don't even shot, just give a young'n couple Things. How the hell we praise the Lord then We turn around and sin? Want it so bad, we doing evil just to Win. Pins and needle flow, need a needle for My pins. I'm something like Rowdy Roddy Piper, Kiss the ring. Old men talk and the young Boys die. Unwritten rules of war, learnt that in '05. I love it but I hate to see A young boy ride. They say my road is gold, true, I'm cool With both sides. I can't be a role model, really ain't the Guy. Just play me when I'm long gone 'cause Hustlers don't die. Now, what you say? Just play me when I'm Long gone 'cause hustlers don't die. I'm screaming, "Lord, let me win" on my hands And my knees. going home till I'm rich, so What's the plan gonna be? I live my life on the road, my daily Bread on the streets. Yeah, my daily bread on the streets. I'm screaming, "Lord, let me win" on my hands And my knees. Ain't going home till I'm rich, So what's the plan gonna be? I live my life on the road, my daily Bread on the streets. Yeah, my daily bread on the streets. Ain't nobody cooler, I don't need a jeweler. I need a loyal wife, forty acres and some Moolah. Slicker than Rick, I'm the ruler. Get fresh every June and I sit it on Your head like a tumor. Knew I'd be the man ever since we was In juniors. Whole team raw, screaming, "RIP Tuna." Break down and bud and meditate, I'm a Buddha. Tryna get up out this life, G, I hope It come sooner. You man rely on rumors, Me, I got big kahunas. Wasn't trapping out the bando, I was scrapping out The sewer. Then I found the white lady, Changed when I knew her. Had a threesome with Another and my profits came sooner. My pockets got fatter, still kicking that manure. Still dropping that slang, they just love how I Maneuver. Now, what you say? I'm still dropping that slang, they just love how I maneuver. I'm screaming, "Lord, let me win" on My hands and my knees. Ain't going home till I'm rich, so what's the plan gonna be? I live my life on the road, my bread On the streets. Yeah, my daily bread on the Streets. I'm screaming, "Lord, let me win" my hands And my knees. Ain't going home till I'm rich, So what's the plan gonna be? I live my life on the road, my daily Bread on the streets. Yeah, my daily bread on the streets.