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Dear Heavenly Father, I come to you seeking comfort in depressed
is a depressed time
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
Claim to be a but you a lil' broke bitch,
Reason you thank 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 then was so laid
For niggas you make calls,
Don't that sound draft
When I call a in love she get here oh so fast,
Fucking I read my bible, I believe in God,
Yeah you me in my shit but you did not hit hard (laughs)

I have for every man that demand your respect,
still alive, he lying 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 I'm standing tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought 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 obviously not wrapped to tightly, better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he 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, sippin' syrup tryna mend this heart from all the betrayal
Sold it before it got off the scale, and do it again
Shot it out so many times, got to see who was truly my
I was one deep in deep
Thinking everybody tryna con or me
It's getting hard to be humble tryna get bad karma off me
Starlito!

I respect for every man that 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 pulling niggas (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 can't take a loss, I can't away (I can't)
no way in hell I'd ever let you walk 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
talk 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
let you in on a lil' secret nigga she not shit,
First ole' lady crushed my feelings, I ain't hurt since
Whole family full of and we both know this,
If a run up on me he can get bent up,
Hold it down for my real still penned up, Luca Brasi!