Blak Xmas II

[Verse 1]
And my fans say that they're grateful
That they have me
We get it popping
Like a face full of acne
Show me where the cash be
Don't tell me 'bout the rap beef
Rude boy, say it to my face, don't @ me
They're handing out blessings
Hope Jehovah don't pass me
They say it's loving
When you're dead broke and ashy
This a marathon
Not a sprint if you ask me
I overcome the pain
Run the race with a bad knee
Pull up at the filling station
Peeps harass me
Got enough in the tank
So please don't gas me
Lil' mama, love me, don't sass me
Try to understand me
Don't tell me that I rap deep
I got drive and my skeem's in the back seat
That means I chauffeur my dreams
You should back me
I'm from the ghetto but we still act classy
Dudes used to pop while we stayed in the back seat

[Verse 2]
You now rocking with a kid from the 80s
A big dog, cleaned up, no rabies
I'm hearing things from the street
That ain't me
Like I got a problem with uh and I hate peace
Got bigger problems, like being a better father
I got a daughter and I should be doing better for her
Before she died my mama told me that you better grow
Or you gon' find yourself swimming in trouble waters
So I rise up like a stand up dude
Every single challenge that I face, I stand up to
This year I told uh I Can't Love You
Now she feel hard pressed tryna find a substitute
Keep doing your thing dog
Whatever you do, don't forget what you came for
Doing praise and worship, sing the same songs
And I hope that the lord give me what I pray for