[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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, plеase protect me from thе 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
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
[Verse 1]
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, plеase protect me from thе 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
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