Lord Knows / Fighting Stronger

Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich All this ice is like 50 bricks Rap niggas throwing hissy fits I 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