Forgive me, I was sinning But we still winning My first thirty K, I spent it at the dentist I got tired of frowning 'bout my sad life My bad life, I'm grinning When the Lamb' truck pull of and it go skrrt, they know how I'm living I been at it for a minute Adamant my feelings How you mad about my feelings? I'm the one who was the realest Off this rap, made a killing 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 all I know they mad that we ball I'm claustrophobic, around with too many feel like I'm trapped in the stall And I'm a extrovert I'd rather be trapped in the wall I'm from the trenches where my granny always prayed for us all I say a prayer like, "Lord, please protect me from the evil" You know I'm a 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 praying for my health And I'm praying for my wealth So I go hard, pray the label just don't put me on the shelf Got a son that's on the way, I got a lot under my belt And he ain't here yet When he here won't ask me, "Is we there yet?" I could've shed tears to this one I think they gon' feel for this one Oh Everyday I wake up pray for better days One thing that I know, God love me more than he did yesterday
Tryna invest in condominiums Chickens tryna find out what's the condom size Other ones pop up with babies, how? When I was condomized? Before my lady now, I never met one that was down to ride Baby momma, she the only one, these other chicks be lying I done been through way too much Pray the Lord gon' wait for us 'Cause where we from it's dangerous Pray they don't play with us And I'll never tell the war stories 'bout what we did I'm just glad I don't look like what I been through and look how we live Roof over my ceiling, I'ma have tuition paid for all my kids My nephew daddy locked up, gotta do a bid I'ma treat 'em like my kid Say if I pray it be okay Some things that I go through, like no way Not tryna go back to the old days Know they want me back to my old ways Won't treat me like I'm no slave We'll bring it straight to your door just like we Postmates Fell out with one of my partners, now we post-mates Then I fell in with his girl, she think we close mates Know the devil always plottin' They don't like my swag, they try to say that I be cocky I've been eating, getting stocky For the things that we done did and we can't get away One thing that I know, God love me more than he did yesterdayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
