Lyrics:

[Intro]It's gon' be aight though (ohh)This one's for you, yeah!Cadillacs on 22s...Pimp my voice and mack these beat
s..[Chorus - repeat 2x]Cadillacs on 22sI ain't did nothing in my life but stayed truePimp my voice and mack these beats an
dPray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey![Verse]God I know that we pimpGod I know that we wrongGod I know why
she talk about Moet all of my songsI know these kids are listeningI know I'm here for a missionBut it's so hard to get 'em
wit 22 rims all glistenI know these balls are talkingLord I wanna do rightI tried to fight but these demons they comp at me
at nightLike my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boysI lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining RoyMy couzins sw
eet, momma lay that JasonLord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatientKeep 'em off them drugs, far away from thug
sHe's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it wasYeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya callingAnd shit wrong wit
ballingBut my soul is just steadily ballingAnd the sex and the dead, and the other jailGod I'm stacking my mail but will I e
nd up in hell?[Chorus][Verse]Lord they hung Andre JonesLord they hung Reynold JohnsonLord I wanna fight back but I'm jus
t so sick of bouncingLord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me somethingMy folks still dumping my music, bumping but
I feel nothingMy heart is stelly pumpingMy heart is stelly breakingSometimes I feel like I'm faking, manI'm so sick of tak
ingMaybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burnMaybe