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Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?

I call it but I know I got started
'Cause my mama was broke and I was hearted
I can take and tears for years
But the tears of my mama yo, get me right here

So I out in a military step, no deally, no dally
I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all
A young preacher if you
A young from the hood

Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no
Ya baby blowin' up and he's goin' to war
My mind is playin' and my dad is too
High bank boys, it's on, fools

make my moves and my moves I make
You betta not get 'cause if you broke, you break
I don't that you can't see me
It's gonna take the Lord to you from me

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

I the stress off, good, I let it rip
Bank in the fat money grip, yeah
Rollin' 5 deep and on fools we
Half the town is down and you see me, really dough

What's next? A fool on a flex
Tryin' to get a name, props or rep
I stepped to him let 'em know it's all good
Lights out, now his crib is

for the dough but now I can't see
It's on my hands my dog, yo, G?'
I hit the flo' but my didn't stop
And now I see a of my son wit no pop

My mama's on her
Lord, Lord no
And I feel and my health is cheatin'
It's gettin' but yet and still

I'm half dead, half life, real?
I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to
Off my own blood and not that indo
No joke, straight up, on a tip

I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip still
Help Lord, Lord, I'm losin' my will
To live, low, stuck at the
From winter to spring to summer to

Lord, the homies in the hood
The squares, the G's, all good
Help 'cause in the hood we sprung
And we stuck right until you come

And bless the children of the life
No love, no hope, no hope, no
Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help
You hear me Lord?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, won't You

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Help Lord, You come?

Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
Tiddle-dee-dum,
Lord, won't You come?
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