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Blac Youngsta

Dear Lord

 

Dear Lord

(album: Illuminati - 2017)


Dear Lord, Dear Lord
I'm riding round with a burner
Protect me lord, I'm selling dope 'til the sun down
Young nigga tryna come up, dat my sack tryna run it up
I ain't fucking that lil' thot ass bitch, unless I got a condom
I do this shit for my grandma, I do this shit for my mama
I'ma get you out the struggle, I'ma make sure y'all don't ever work for nothing
All this stress on me, lord
Why this pressure on me for
My family they depend on me, lord

Lost so many homeboys, sick of these homicides
Committed so many sins, I cannot believe I'm alive
My homeboy give him, and ma call my phone [?] I wrote this song
I miss all my armies, I fear dear lord
And I done need my jesus, I feeling safe
I just prayed dear lord he gon' take me away

Dear Lord, Dear Lord
I'm riding round with a burner
Protect me lord, I'm selling dope 'til the sun down
Young nigga tryna come up, dat my sack tryna run it up
I ain't fucking that lil' thot ass bitch, unless I got a condom
I do this shit for my grandma, I do this shit for my mama
I'ma get you out the struggle, I'ma make sure y'all don't ever work for nothing
All this stress on me, lord
Why this pressure on me for
My family they depend on me, lord

I done took these penitentiary, chances you wouldn't understand nothing
When I was growing up broke with no food, nigga you was saying nothing
Now I got a lil' money, everybody wanna say something
Young rich black African American up in the door, I come from nothing

If I go to jail right now baby, would you come up and make my bond
If they give me life right now, would you hold that pussy tight 'til I come home
Could you fight them niggas off baby

Dear Lord, Dear Lord
I'm riding round with a burner
Protect me lord, I'm selling dope 'til the sun down
Young nigga tryna come up, dat my sack tryna run it up
I ain't fucking that lil' thot ass bitch, unless I got a condom
I do this shit for my grandma, I do this shit for my mama
I'ma get you out the struggle, I'ma make sure y'all don't ever work for nothing
All this stress on me, lord
Why this pressure on me for
My family they depend on me, lord

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