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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 what 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 witchu and you ain't run shit,
me put my shoes on,
But you ain't
I wreck hall and jack off and was so laid back
For niggas you make calls,
Don't sound like draft
When I call a bitch in love she get oh so fast,
Fucking right I 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,
still alive, he lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before I 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 thought that I would put that 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

R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep that Glock me
Caught two pistol charges still got my L's and
Never be a celebrity, all beef where 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 talk on my
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas, I get calls way more often jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my we all thought it was hell
On the L's, sippin' syrup mend this broken 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 my friends
I was one deep in thought
Thinking tryna con or cross me
It's getting hard to be humble tryna get this bad off me
Starlito!

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

Behind my name I'm standing and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I put that foolish pride away,
If you cross can't take a loss, I can't walk (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 you with the multiple you don't know shit
16 through you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein, Cause you score shit
Brah talk me bad, I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get some get back or my bitch
let you in on a lil' secret nigga she not shit,
First lady crushed my feelings, I ain't been hurt since
Whole family of gangstas and we both know this,
If a run up on me he can get bent up,
Hold it for my real niggas still penned up, Luca Brasi!