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

Every rapper in the game'll say sold cocaine
Never went to was
on no chain
Always throwing crosses what lil' hoes get
Claim to be a boss but you a lil' bitch,
you alive thank 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 was so laid back
For you would make calls,
that sound like draft
When I call a bitch in love she get oh so fast,
Fucking right I read my bible, I in God,
Yeah you punched me in my shit but you did not hit (laughs)

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

Behind my I'm standing tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put foolish pride away,
If you cross can't a loss, I can't 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 that Glock with me
Caught two pistol still got my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity, all this beef the broccoli
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly, better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he talk to me, like how I watch how I talk on my
answer my phone from rap niggas, I get calls way more 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 mend this heart from all the betrayal
it before it got off the scale, re-up and do it again
Shot it out so many times, got to see who was my friends
I was one deep in thought
everybody tryna con or cross me
It's getting hard to be tryna get this bad karma off me
Starlito!

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

my name I'm standing tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put 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 just aim the Smithn' 22 and win me
If I lost you with the you don't know shit
16 52's you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein, you won't score shit
Brah talk about me bad, I'm not my boy
When I got his pregnant bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get get back or fuck my bitch
let you in on a lil' secret nigga she not shit,
First ole' lady my feelings, I ain't been hurt since
Whole full of gangstas and we both know this,
If a run up on me he can get bent up,
Hold it down for my real niggas still penned up, Brasi!