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

Every rapper in the game'll say they cocaine
Never went to was
on no chain
Always crosses that's what lil' hoes get
Claim to be a but you a lil' broke bitch,
Reason you alive the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell witchu and you run shit,
Told me put my on,
But you ain't
I wreck hall and jack off and then was so back
For you would make calls,
Don't that sound draft
When I call a in love she get here oh so fast,
Fucking right I read my bible, I in God,
you punched me in my shit but you did not hit hard (laughs)

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

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

R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I that Glock with me
Caught two pistol charges got my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity, all this beef where the
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly, probably off offing me
A better watch how he talk to me, like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas, I get calls way often from jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my block we all thought it was
On the L's, sippin' syrup tryna this broken heart from all the betrayal
Sold it before it got off the scale, and do it again
Shot it out so many times, got to see who was truly my
I was one deep in deep
everybody 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 before I a nigga dick,
All you pussy rappers just be pulling dick (ya bitch)

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

I aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6
If I lost you with the multiple you know shit
16 52's you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein, Cause you won't shit
Brah talk me bad, I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant bet it his heart
Gone ahead and get some get or fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on a lil' nigga she not shit,
First ole' lady my feelings, I ain't been hurt since
Whole family full of gangstas and we both this,
If a sucker run up on me he can get up,
Hold it for my real niggas still penned up, Luca Brasi!