Lord Knows / Fighting Stronger

Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich

All this ice is like fifty bricks

Rap **** throwin' hissy fits

I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift

And my bitch so bad she on my Christmas list

'Member I prayed, really I wished for this

To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence

I'm with some **** that mad we takin' risks for this

I'm talkin' Lord knows that I repent for this

But Lord knows if I get penned for this

I probably won't get home until I'm 56

They say I don't know why they be gassing these suckers

But fuck 'em 'cause I am not feelin' they shit

Different between me and most of these rappers

I'm talkin' 'bout work that I really put in

Talkin' 'bout pistols I put on my hip

And I'm talkin' 'bout foreigns I really could whip

(Fighting strong, fighting strong)

(Fighting harder, fighting strong)

(Fighting strong, fighting harder)

(Fight stronger)