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

Every rapper in the game'll say they sold
went to jail was
Never on no
throwing crosses that's what lil' hoes get
Claim to be a boss but you a broke bitch,
Reason you thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell and you ain't run shit,
Told me put my on,
But you scratch
I wreck hall and jack off and was so laid back
For niggas you would calls,
Don't that like draft
When I call a bitch in she get here oh so fast,
right I read my bible, I believe in God,
Yeah you me in my shit but you did not hit hard (laughs)

I have respect for every man demand your respect,
Nigga alive, he lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before I a nigga dick,
All you rappers just be pulling niggas 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 take a loss, I can't walk away (I can't)
There's no way in I'd ever let you walk away

R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep 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, probably off offing me
A nigga better watch how he talk to me, like how I watch how I on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas, I get calls way more often jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my block we all it was hell
On the L's, sippin' tryna mend this broken heart from all the betrayal
Sold it before it got off the scale, and do it again
it out so many times, got to see who was truly my friends
I was one deep in deep
everybody tryna con or cross me
It's getting hard to be humble tryna get bad karma off me
Starlito!

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

Behind my name I'm tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put that foolish 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 away

I aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6
If I lost you with the multiple you don't know
16 through 52's you got you 4
But it probably was in vein, Cause you score shit
Brah talk about me bad, I'm not my boy
I got his bitch pregnant bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get some get or fuck my bitch
let you in on a lil' secret nigga she not shit,
First ole' lady crushed my feelings, I been 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 niggas still penned up, Luca Brasi!