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

Every rapper in the say they sold cocaine
Never went to was
on no chain
Always throwing crosses that's what hoes get
Claim to be a boss but you a broke bitch,
Reason you alive the niggas you run wit,
I was in a witchu and you ain't 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,
Don't that sound draft
When I call a bitch in love she get oh so fast,
Fucking right I my bible, I believe in God,
Yeah you punched me in my but you did not hit hard (laughs)

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

Behind my name I'm tall and will die any day,
As I grew I thought 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 heat, I keep that Glock with me
two pistol charges still got my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity, all beef where the broccoli
I'm not wrapped to tightly, probably 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 from rap niggas, I get way more often from jail (hello)
it was so hot out on my block we all thought it was hell
On the L's, sippin' syrup tryna mend this broken heart all the betrayal
it before it got off the scale, re-up and do it again
Shot it out so 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 humble tryna get bad karma off me
Starlito!

I have respect for every man that demand 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)

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

I aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6
If I you with the multiple you don't know shit
16 through 52's you got you 4
But it probably was in vein, Cause you score shit
Brah about me bad, I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant bet it his heart
Gone ahead and get get back or fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on a secret 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 down for my real niggas penned up, Luca Brasi!