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  • Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    I can't call it but I know I got started
    'Cause my mama was broke and I was broken hearted
    I can take tears and tears for years
    But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right here
    So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no dally
    I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all good
    A young preacher if you could
    A young hustler from the hood
    Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no more
    Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's goin' to war
    My mind is playin' tricks and my dad is too
    High street bank boys, it's on, fools
    Gonna make my moves and my moves I make
    You betta not get broke 'cause if you broke, you break
    I don't hesitate that you can't see me
    It's gonna take the Lord to save you from me
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    I flipped the stress off, good, I let it rip
    Bank boys in the fat money grip, yeah
    Rollin' 5 deep and on fools we creep
    Half the town is down and you can't see me, really dough
    What's next? A young fool on a flex
    Tryin' to get a name, some props or rep
    I stepped right to him let 'em know it's all good
    Lights out, now his crib is wood
    Broke for the dough but now I can't see
    It's blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?'
    I hit the flo' but my heart didn't stop
    And now I see a vision of my son wit no pop
    My mama's on her knees
    Lord, Lord no please
    And I feel cold and my health is cheatin'
    It's gettin' dark but yet and still
    I'm half dead, half life, what's real?
    I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to choke
    Off my own blood and not that indo smoke
    No joke, straight up, on a serious tip
    I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still
    Help Lord, help Lord, I'm losin' my will
    To live, low, stuck at the bottom
    From winter to spring to summer to autumn
    Help Lord, the homies in the hood
    The squares, the G's, it's all good
    Help Lord 'cause in the hood we sprung
    And we stuck right here until you come
    And bless the children of the ghetto life
    No love, no hope, no hope, no life
    Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord
    You hear me callin' Lord?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
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  • Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    I can't call it but I know I got started
    'Cause my mama was broke and I was broken hearted
    I can take tears and tears for years
    But the tears of my mama yo, they get me right here
    So I broke out in a military step, no deally, no dally
    I walked, I crept, I slept on a plan that I'd make it all good
    A young preacher if you could
    A young hustler from the hood
    Mama, don't you cry, don't you cry no more
    Ya baby boy's blowin' up and he's goin' to war
    My mind is playin' tricks and my dad is too
    High street bank boys, it's on, fools
    Gonna make my moves and my moves I make
    You betta not get broke 'cause if you broke, you break
    I don't hesitate that you can't see me
    It's gonna take the Lord to save you from me
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    I flipped the stress off, good, I let it rip
    Bank boys in the fat money grip, yeah
    Rollin' 5 deep and on fools we creep
    Half the town is down and you can't see me, really dough
    What's next? A young fool on a flex
    Tryin' to get a name, some props or rep
    I stepped right to him let 'em know it's all good
    Lights out, now his crib is wood
    Broke for the dough but now I can't see
    It's blood on my hands my dog, yo, G?'
    I hit the flo' but my heart didn't stop
    And now I see a vision of my son wit no pop
    My mama's on her knees
    Lord, Lord no please
    And I feel cold and my health is cheatin'
    It's gettin' dark but yet and still
    I'm half dead, half life, what's real?
    I can't breathe but now I'm startin' to choke
    Off my own blood and not that indo smoke
    No joke, straight up, on a serious tip
    I'm losin' my life, I'm losin' my grip, I slip, s-s-slip deeper still
    Help Lord, help Lord, I'm losin' my will
    To live, low, stuck at the bottom
    From winter to spring to summer to autumn
    Help Lord, the homies in the hood
    The squares, the G's, it's all good
    Help Lord 'cause in the hood we sprung
    And we stuck right here until you come
    And bless the children of the ghetto life
    No love, no hope, no hope, no life
    Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord
    You hear me callin' Lord?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
    Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum
    Help Lord, won't You come?
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