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Dear Father, I come to you seeking comfort in depressed times
is a depressed time
Brasi!

Every in the game'll say they sold cocaine
Never went to was
on no chain
Always crosses that's what lil' hoes get
Claim to be a but you a lil' broke bitch,
you alive thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a witchu and you ain't run shit,
me put my shoes on,
But you scratch
I hall and jack off and then was so laid back
For niggas you make calls,
Don't that sound like
When I call a bitch in love she get oh so fast,
Fucking right I read my bible, I in God,
Yeah you me in my shit but you did not hit hard (laughs)

I respect for every man that demand your respect,
still alive, he lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand before I pull a nigga dick,
All you pussy just be pulling niggas dick (ya bitch)

Behind my name I'm standing tall and die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put that foolish away,
If you cross can't take a loss, I can't away (I can't)
no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away

R-E-S-P-E-C-T heat, I keep that Glock with me
Caught two charges still got my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity, all this beef where the
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly, better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he to me, like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas, I get way more often from jail (hello)
it was so hot out on my block we all thought it was hell
On the L's, sippin' syrup tryna mend this broken heart all the betrayal
Sold it before it got off the scale, and do it again
Shot it out so times, got to see who was truly my friends
I was one in deep thought
Thinking everybody tryna con or me
It's getting hard to be humble get this bad karma off me
Starlito!

I have respect for every man demand your respect,
Nigga still alive, He lying if he said he me
Rather stand alone before I pull a dick,
All you pussy rappers just be niggas dick (ya bitch)

Behind my name I'm tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I would put that pride away,
If you cross can't a loss, I can't walk away (I can't)
no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away

I aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6
If I lost you with the multiple you don't know
16 through 52's you got you 4
But it was in vein, Cause you won't score shit
talk about me bad, I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get get back or fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on a secret nigga she not shit,
First ole' lady my feelings, I ain't been hurt since
Whole family full of gangstas and we both this,
If a run up on me he can get bent up,
Hold it down for my real niggas penned up, Luca Brasi!