Lord Knows / Fighting Stronger

Uh, Lord knows I′m filthy rich
All this ice is like 50 bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fitsI give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list
'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence

I′m with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this
I'm talking, Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I′m 56
They say, I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But fuck ′em 'cause I am not feeling their shit

Difference between me and most of these rappers
I′m talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip

Fighting strong, fighting strong
Fighting harder
Fighting strong, fighting strong
Fighting harder, fight stronger