It's Written

Ayy ayy ayy

Big fish from small pond

Deep where we were swimming

Seeing what we all owe

Eastside where it's lit at

OGs on the corner

Talking 'bout a profit

Then the streetlights come on

Here come ghouls and the diamonds

They gone see what you made of

Yes sir

run me them pockets

Any way to get paper

While trying to stay off the docket

Bust right up on lil Taedoe

Black piece stone

That's how he rocking

Told me find him a forty

Told him find him a hobby

He said Swayyvo you trippin'

My plan just like my religion

I was born in a manger

Like the Jesus you mention

Did you grow up with an

Option of being buddist or christian?

Did you wanna go praise him

Or was that granny's decision?

They gone judge me 'til death

But I'm gone judge you thereafter

I believe in my OG

Like you believe in your pastor

OG shoot on my behalf

While pastor stealing collections

OG told me to get it you waiting

On blessings on blessings on blessings

yeah yeah yeah

There's some things I coulda said but I didn't

You can't confide your destiny because it's written ya ya ya

If I could try just one more time

I'd do it different ay ay ay

Give thanks and spread love while you living

ay ay ay ay

Ay

I should've told him boy Taedoe mane

"Put down ya controller

I'll give you game"

I should've told him you gotta son

Just give him a look

You won't feel the same

I should've told him how gangsta he was

It won't matter to no one

If you in the ground

If I had've told him

How stupid it was

to slow down

If he listened he'd still be around

I could've spoke up and told you

Your mama gone miss you

Your sister gone ask herself why

Ain't you gone talk to her

Said you be there forever

Forsake her man

Why did you lie

I should've told you

You're deep in the trap

But this shit is a trap

And your ass finna die

When I got the call

I was dropping my jaw

It was hurting my heart

But I wasn't surprised

I could've told you

Your niggas don't love you

They hate you

just look

You can see in their eyes

They want what you got

And they just want to use you

You gotta be smart and

Look past to the skies

I should've told you

How niggas be switching

And singing remind me

Of Mary J. Blige

I should've told you at this point

Before but right now but I come

Humbly taking the time

To tell you I'm sorry

That I let you down with my silence

Because now I be feeling the heat

And thank you for telling me

No one had asked

I thought cause you knew that

It could've been me

Back then someone told me ay

Don't ride with the homie ay

You don't know where you're going ay

Stay focused keep flowing ay

I put his 40 ounce in the dirt

Like I bet you wish you would've gone to church