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[Chorus]It was just me in that red Astro vanA box of cd's and a pistol in my handA pistol in my hand, a pistol in my handIt was just me in that red Astro vanA box of cd's and a pistol in my handA pistol in my hand, a pistol in my handYeah them boys talk down and they all going heyI give it all to the Lord so I called this song Faith!I called this song faith, yeahMississippi nigga with a 50 sack of weedI told them I got that Cali but this here from TennesseeSick of leavin' over knees so I had to move quickI ain't tryin' to ball pimp I'm just tryin' to hit a lickThen I met this young miss it was back in 96At a house party rollin' up some dolja in a swissReally thought she was a trick so I hit her with my pimp gameStep out to my lac and I'ma show you how to grip grainI'ma show you how to mix them sprite with them eightsShow you how to ride rock steady on them skatesAt the time I never knew this girl would be my soul mateShe said keep me close and ill keep your ass safeThen I taught country slang and we rolled from my estateGave her an AR and started bustin' on them fakesThen she whispered in my ear no matter how long it takesLetras de cancionesYou can make it, every myth about your home and your stateWe can break it, and no matter what you do let them boys know you smartStand up for the poor and keep God in your heartNow matter what you do let them boys know you smartStand up for the poor and keep God in your heart[Chorus]I remember falling to my knees asking God for some tracksHe said, make your own son you ain't gotta sell crackCut them sappers like they raw and let them fiends smoke thatGo to N-Y-C on faith, im thinking to myself my Lord is that safe?Uncle Swac gave me a pistol and I left the next dayHomies in Manhattan till I met Mrs. D-A-Y In her home she let me stay, studio to studioMe I'm on my grind, everybody at the crib thought I lost my damn mindThe Noreaga bossed up and bought a beatThis put me on feet, I found a damn way to eat my Lord[Chorus]Two years later I'm in the A pimpBut in my soul I feel I need to move back to the SimpA town they showed me love, they put me on the mapBut if I love mississippi I gotta move backSo stop in Birmingham man just for a minuteNiggas stole my red van man and everything in itDrum machine keyboard and all of my clothesBut I had my pistol with me I'ma kill these hoesWhen I left I was with little homie in the RegalSo I grabbed my cell phone and I called Big SiegelI said, "Meet me in the Ham big boy it's going down"God yelled, "Stop my son and turn around!"They took your possessions but your souls on safe ground2 months later I was riding through the HamGotta ten million dollar deal yall, damn! Haha thats faith my nigga,Thank you Lord, thank you From Letras Mania