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Dear Heavenly Father, I to you seeking comfort in depressed times
This is a time
Brasi!

Every in the game'll say they sold cocaine
Never went to was
Never on no
Always throwing crosses that's what hoes get
Claim to be a boss but you a broke bitch,
you alive thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a witchu and you ain't run shit,
me put my shoes on,
But you scratch
I wreck hall and jack off and then was so back
For niggas you make calls,
Don't that like draft
I call a bitch in love she get here oh so fast,
Fucking I read my bible, I believe in God,
Yeah you punched me in my but you did not hit hard (laughs)

I have respect for every man that your respect,
Nigga still alive, he lying if he he checked me
Rather stand alone before I pull a dick,
All you pussy rappers just be pulling dick (ya bitch)

Behind my name I'm standing tall and die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put that foolish away,
If you cross can't take a loss, I walk away (I can't)
no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away

R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep that with me
two pistol charges still got my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity, all this where the broccoli
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly, probably better off me
A nigga better watch how he to me, like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas, I get way more often from jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my block we all it was hell
On the L's, sippin' syrup tryna mend this broken heart all the betrayal
it before it got off the scale, re-up and do it again
Shot it out so times, got to see who was truly my friends
I was one deep in thought
Thinking tryna con or cross me
It's getting hard to be humble tryna get this bad off me
Starlito!

I have for every man that demand your respect,
Nigga still alive, He lying if he said he me
Rather stand alone I pull a nigga dick,
All you pussy rappers just be niggas dick (ya bitch)

Behind my name I'm standing tall and die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put that pride away,
If you can't take a loss, I can't walk away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd ever let you walk

I aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6
If I lost you with the multiple you don't know
16 through you got you 4 bricks
But it was in vein, Cause you won't score shit
Brah talk about me bad, I'm not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant bet it broke his
Gone ahead and get get back or fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on a lil' nigga she not shit,
First ole' lady crushed my feelings, I ain't hurt since
family full of gangstas and we both know this,
If a sucker run up on me he can get up,
Hold it down for my real niggas penned up, Luca Brasi!