Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da (Da-da-da-da-da)
Da-da-da-da-da (Da-da-da-da-da)
Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da
Forgive me, I'm sinnin'
We still winnin'
My first thirty K, I spent it at the dentist
I got tired of frontin' 'bout my cell life, my bad life, I'm grinnin'
'Fore the Lamb' truck pull off, when it go, "Skrrt," they know I'm livin'
I been at it for a minute
How you mad about my feelings
How you mad about my feelings, I'm the one who was the realest
Off this rappin', made a killin'
I done seen too many killings
I done seen too many chicks that double back and I don't feel it
I don't feel it at all
I know they mad that we ball
I'm claustrophobic, around too many feel like I'm trapped in the stall
And I'm a extrovert I'd rather be in the trap than a war
I'm from the trenches where my granny always prayed for a song
I say a prayer, like, "Lord, please protect me from the evil, you know I'm an empath, I be reading through people
I don't think I'm better than no one, I think we equal
And the firearms I tote, they all legal”
You know I be prayin' for my health, and I'm prayin' for my wealth
So I go hard, pray the label just don't put me on a shelf
Lot of sinnin' so the way I got a lot under my belt
He ain't here yet
When he here, won't he ask me, "Is we there yet"
I could've shed tears to this one
I think they gon' feel for this one (Oh-oh-oh)
Everyday I wake up, pray for better days
One thing that I know, God love me more than he did yesterday
Tryin to invest into condominiums
She just tryna find out what's the condom size
???
Fuck my lady now, they weren't there when I was down to ride
Baby mama, she the only one, these other chicks be lyin'
I done been through way too much
Pray the Lord gon' wait for us
'Cause where we from, it's dangerous
Pray that they don't play with us
I never told the world stories 'bout what we did
I'm just glad I live life after what I been through and look how we live
Fuck with my ??? I'ma have tuition paid for all my kids
My nephew daddy locked up, gotta do a bid, I'ma treat him like my kid
Send a prayer, be okay
Some things that I go through, like no way (No way)
Not tryna go back to the old days
Know they want me back to my old ways
??? like I'm no slave
Bring straight to your door just like we PostMates
Fell out with one of my partners, now we post mates
And I fell in love with his girl, she think we close mates
Know the Devil always plottin'
They don't like my swag they tryna set it up and cock it
I been eatin', gettin' stocky
For the things that we done did, no, we can't get away
One thing that I know, God love me more than he did yesterday
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