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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' Fuck the Lamb' truck pull off, when it go, "Skrrt," they know I'm livin' I been at it for a minute I been mad about my feelings I been 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 stab in the back and I don't feel it I don't feel it at all I know they mad they was ball I'm claustrophobic around too many, foenem trap in a star 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 protеct me from the evil, you know I'vе been imperfected, I be [?] 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 SongtexteSo 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 Try to invest and count the money up [?] 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 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 [?] 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 Aus Songtexte Mania