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

Every rapper in the game'll say sold cocaine
went to jail was
Never on no
Always throwing crosses that's lil' hoes get
to be a boss but you a lil' broke bitch,
Reason you thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell and you ain't run shit,
me put my shoes on,
But you ain't
I wreck hall and off and then was so laid back
For you would make calls,
Don't that like draft
When I a bitch 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 every man that your respect,
Nigga still alive, he lying if he said he me
stand alone before I pull a nigga dick,
All you pussy rappers just be niggas dick (ya bitch)

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

this heat, I keep that Glock with me
Caught two pistol charges 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 watch how he talk to me, like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my 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
Sold it before it got off the scale, re-up and do it
Shot it out so many times, got to see who was truly my
I was one deep in thought
Thinking everybody tryna con or 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 if he said he checked me
Rather alone before I pull a nigga dick,
All you pussy just be pulling niggas dick (ya bitch)

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

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