One on One (Feat. YFN Lucci, Meek Mill)

Make sure you put the autotune on Yeah, yeah Murda on the beat so it's not nice [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] If I could talk to god like a real nigga one on one, I'd tell him Need my homeboys back, and a couple niggas that's jailin' Couple niggas convicted felons I like the church but I don't trust the reverend Soul been absent in my presence And am I wrong if I bring my weapon? Yeah, I said my prayers, I got my blessings I'm still stressing so I'm finessing Ain't holding back, these my confessions If I could talk to god like a real nigga one on one, I'd ask him I see my career goin' to the next level but my mind goin' backwards I can't shake the street shit, still on the beef shit Every time I try to do the right thing niggas think I'm on some sweet shit Then I had to get them choppers out again I tried to retire Lord Forgive me for my sins, once and once again Somebody got to die, Lord I'm like why Lord? They think I'm blood, they think I'm vice Lord I'm overthinking shit 'cause I'm paranoid like my homeboys Is they right Lord? Is they foul Lord? Real shit I'll take 'em out Lord [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake? Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Lil Dora seen me with a strap, ask me, daddy, what is that? Lil son asked me 'bout Cecil, told him he ain't coming back My bitch came in, asked me why we had to buy a bulletproof Told 'em gangster baby, one thing about it is I ain't bulletproof Never hire security 'cause I don't know what they gon' do or not Wondering is they gon' shoot or not Interview like how many niggas you done shot? Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect the guys from the other side Man I love these lil niggas like these my brothers If any niggas come and touch 'em, I swear to god it'll crush 'em I can't let that happen, 'fore I ever started rappin' All that shit I be talking about, I was doin' that shit in the hood With all the niggas I be talkin' 'bout If I could talk to god like a real nigga, ask him please give me back Cecil Please give me Big G and Poochy, then Pinot Shit hurt Lord, I ain't over 'em When the tears come it be pourin' I know this rap shit my blessin' when I ain't in the hood shit be gettin' borin' I'm so used to hustlin', I'm so used to thuggin', I don't know how to ignore it Grab all my chains, hop in the Lambo and just floor it, vroom [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake? Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I used to pray to god to get a million dollars and a Bentley truck When I was dead broke I didn't have a dollar and I didn't give a fuck I done ran off on the plug twice, he ain't pickin' up When we run into 'em when we put it to 'em like give it up Run it, my nigga, we so one hundred my nigga, it's only a few of us Talkin' to god, just tryna decide if life really meant for the two of us 'cause niggas is shady, I tuck the three-eighty You thought I was slippin', I tore him up Snap on that nigga, no warm up I got the A and I pour it up Touchin' your city, no tour bus Diamonds they drippin' like water Have it your way like it's Burger King Nigga can I take your order? We sellin' work like it's Medellin I'm turnin' three in the four-door Watch for the D's and the tourists Prayin' we never get caught up, god bless [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If I could talk to god one on one like a real nigga I'd say Lord will you please keep me far away from the fake? Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way Lord, can you teach me? please show me the way, yeah