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featuring Pusha T & Troy Ave (Hook) Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother, I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road. From the rascal alf-alphabet boys Trackin' choppers in the highway patrol. It ain't right, but it's white and it's right And I know once I get there that it's sold. Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother, I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road While I get this dough. (Verse) One man cowboy, speed limit timid Chevy Malibu; we graduated from them renteds Lost 100 large on the last time we sent it, It's only four letters, I ain't worried 'bout a sentence (k-i-l-o). Travelin' the distance, stayin' off the white line Alphabet boys out prayin' what they might find. I hate the Carolinas, racial profiler Say you smokin' marijuanas, fuck you talkin 'bout? My piss is clearer than my mama's, with her church wig on 996 before I get my Big on Thousand grams, thousand hands, thousand furs, thousand bands Hundred thousand dollar horse all-star; we stylin' in. Letras de canciones (Hook) Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother, I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road. From the rascal alf-alphabet boys Trackin' choppers in the highway patrol. It ain't right, but it's white and it's right And I know once I get there that it's sold. Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother, I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road While I get this dough. (Verse) You niggas ain't takin' road trips for real Route 13 with the vacuum seal Pre-paid Legal on my window shield The ice cream man's on his Jack & Jill. Moving weight state to state; Mack trucks I deal, Mack trucks I fill I feel better knowin' that the donor is anonymous See, my diamond is growin'. Tugboat or car tow, we summertime snowin' Reasonable doubt flowin' on your niggas, Been gettin' it since '96 in black AC Vigors. Snub .38 with the matte black trigger When How Can I Be Down was filled with crack niggas. (Hook) Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother, I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road. From the rascal alf-alphabet boys Trackin' choppers in the highway patrol. It ain't right, but it's white and it's right And I know once I get there that it's sold. Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother, I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road While I get this dough. From Letras Mania