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Father God

(الألبوم: Kilt II - 2013)


[Intro:]
Yea
True story
Real life
Uh
Bout this life
Bout this life
Bout this life
Uh
Yea, yea

[Verse 1:]
I'm not a king, bitch I'm a villain
Real busy nigga from my appealin
I told my homies let me lead the way
I pray to God I see another day
I'm 23 and born like 23
In every other month I make like 10 at least
Spend this my receipts, tell it fell deep
Recent line at least with my dinner sweet
Fuck a thousand dollars I spend that on snitch
Fuck a thousand dollars I spend that on drinks
These niggas never felt no hunger peedy
I used to steal food to fill my dinner plate
Where I'm from people dyin every day
Doin what they can, they try to make a way
Where I'm from people dyin every day
Doin what they can, they try to make a way

Bout this life
Bout this life
Now let us pray
Uh
Now let us pray
Uh uh
Said bout here life
Let us pray
Father God, let us see another day
Now bout this life
Let us pray
Father God, let us see another day

[Verse 2:]
I could go a whole lifetime without yo co-sign uh
Cause I write dope lines
Dopper than coke lines
I've been here for the whole time
I ain't never had no time to sit
So homie, it's go time
And I can't make no promises
'Cause it's all about the almighty dollar
Came from the land of the lost and forgotten
Drink to niggas that be started from the bottom
But you dig a little deeper, in the spot the way you found us
Bottles in the club and see me steady grindin
Came up from the bottom of the bottom tryna come up
Young king, I don't want my head cut off
People like Frany when the brake let off
Placin my vote that I never turned as you know
Touch a black op pop some adivle ladible
Price of success to my homies I never thought Tricy was truly a matter of fact
Stuntin them racks, hopin off stages across the globe
Learning bout things only God should know
Steadily stackin my broccoli though, watch me though

Pimp shit on these niggas
Too dumb all these hoes
Stackin up my bills
Countin all this dough

And these things that came from rap
You better get that through your skull
I'm a eat until I'm full, I'm shinin on you, never dull it aye

Bout here really
Bout here really
Now let us pray
Now let us pray
Bout here really
Bout here really
Let us pray, let us pray
Father God, let me see another day
Bout here really
Bout here really
Let us pray, let us pray
Father God, let me see another day

Have mercy on my soul
But really I'll turn up
Have mercy on my soul

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