(That boy Fatboi better stop playin') (Ayo, Bleu) God, I ask you to protect my soul I'm caught in the life I chose (MM) MM-mm-mm
I say, "Father, I'm sorry and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me" Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
Choppers all in the coupe tryna get at them, man, fuck that nigga Baby Joe step 'bout Boo and I be steady tendin' to them other niggas Fifty shots in this car, my brother with me we both bust at niggas Rap nigga steady dissin' on them songs but ain't fuckin' wit' me Pull up in that Cutlass with that tool, I got my top down Hop up out this bitch and go to bustin' that's that Glock sound BRPD still wan' lay me down Ain't no peace in this haunted town Said that I'm a ho, he a fuckin' clown tryna turn a smile to a frown Poured up sippin' mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah Thinkin' that he want beats he got to sleep, fuck who he was, yeah Blood on top my shoes 'til I go six feet we don't got to clubs, yeah Only thing we do is wait outside when he come outside, he fucked, yeah To my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside Mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side "Bah, Bah, " shots fired, and Big Dump ain't make it out I can put this on Bub it ain't gon' stop 'til they all knocked off
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me" Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
I say, "Father, can you save me? " I don't wanna upset you 'bout these niggas tryna play me It's hard sittin' watchin' all these niggas try to snake me But, I'ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat Bought from out the streets, so you know this bitch dirty And he do shit dirty, I'm talkin' 'bout that thirty See me out, up your burner bitch, I ain't worried Whoever lose, they just deserve it I just wan' see you murdered Mindin my busniess, they just wan' kill me Tryna figure out where Lil Top at I ain't playin' shit cool, known to break all the rules And I'm posted up where it's hot at Six-four, not two, Top say, "Now, do it" They gon' spin around, where your block at Pussy nigga spin back, come and get you a hat But you know you not on that, stop that I done came a long way from lockdown inside my cell with no mat Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe gone Banger bang, stand on that Nigga better not come 'cross that track Stick go, "Pap-pap, " leave you flat Roll that bitch up in a pack, my God, forgive me for that
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me" Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
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Compositores: Braylen Rambert, Jason Michael Goldberg (ASCAP), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (PRS)Editores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight Music, Jjasong Publishing West (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #39078223 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM