When Lightning Strikes

Nothing ever went my way

Only cases and bases been sent my way

And them pig pale faces put a dent in your day

I'd rather go to jail than put my weapon away

Cause a gun scar hurt way more than a gun charge

So I pray more rolling with my gun charged

Straight up front y'all

I lace up blunts, almost got sprayed up once y'all

Right in my front yard

I'm losing faith in the lord

Lord don't let my momma see my face in the morgue

I'm a boy with no diploma boiling boulders

Always noid and avoiding rollers

At the point of exploding

I got a toy and it's loaded

And boy when I tote it, the noise is atrocious

I'm right next to death, you could say I'm the closest

They pray for my throat slit

I'm tryna be strong

When lightning strikes and it's the storm

Could it be my life's gone and they don't care?

On my knees, begging, asking God to keep me here

Cause my life's gone, well Lord please carry me home

Life's a 360, as good as it get

One decision can turn a person world from sugar to shit

I'm experienced, never experienced fear

Til a year ago hearing Colt losing my bearings

Hearing a hundred years tearing me going as daring

Staring your kids lost a parent

I care so it's my worry now

Why worry now?

Just ride I'll see you on the other side playa

They tryna take us all out

My sentencing next month, next up

Starring to feel like I'ma fall out

Tryna stay composed for mom, her blood pressure up

I'm stressing her with all this drama, my past catching up

Vehicles repo'd, life went loco on me

Now my girl pregnant, God playing jokes on me

In them cuffs for hustling up a storm

On that yellow bus cussing up a storm

I ain't see it coming

I'm tryna be strong

When lightning strikes and it's the storm

Could it be my life's gone and they don't care?

On my knees, begging, asking God to keep me here

Cause my life's gone, well Lord please carry me home

I went from hand to hand with blow

To on the road with Trick Daddy getting a grand a show

Rick Ross raw ****, see no limit

If shit on fire, know Rick Ross pimped it

Trina called me about All About The Benjamins

I hung up the phone, in 20 minutes, single finished

And you know she creeping up on gold

You know the son Ludacris kept these hoes on froze

Back to the cartel, oh we ain't there yet

Stupid ****, AK's in the leer jets

No safeties, chefs serving pastries

All shit aside, see this is why they hate me

We living at a height most **** can't see

I'm at an altitude where we never out of food

Talking bout pulling out a tool you bout a fool

I'm talking bout a pool sipping on a Malibu

I'm tryna be strong

When lightning strikes and it's the storm

Could it be my life's gone and they don't care?

On my knees, begging, asking God to keep me here

Cause my life's gone, well Lord please carry me home