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

Every rapper in the game'll say they sold
Never went to was
on no chain
Always throwing crosses that's lil' hoes get
Claim to be a boss but you a broke bitch,
you alive thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell witchu and you run shit,
me put my shoes on,
But you scratch
I wreck and jack off and then 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 I read my bible, I believe in God,
you punched 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 pull a 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 I thought that I would put that foolish pride away,
If you cross can't take a loss, I can't away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd let you walk away

R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep that Glock me
Caught two pistol charges got my L's and reciprocity
be a celebrity, all this beef where the broccoli
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly, better 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 rap niggas, I get calls way more often from jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my we all thought it was hell
On the L's, syrup 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 thought
Thinking tryna con or cross me
It's getting hard to be tryna get this bad karma off me
Starlito!

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

my name I'm standing tall and will die any day,
As I wise I thought that I would put that foolish pride 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

I just aim the Smithn' 22 and win me
If I lost you with the multiple you don't shit
16 through you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein, Cause you won't score
Brah talk me bad, I'm like not my boy
When I got his pregnant bet it broke his heart
ahead and get some get back 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
family full of gangstas and we both know this,
If a sucker run up on me he can get up,
Hold it for my real niggas still penned up, Luca Brasi!