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Drawing my inspirations from life lessons, blessings
Days & nights Im still skressin’
Addressin my imperfections, knowing they won't got away
Until I start confessing, Im getting older by the day, I see the lord is testin
& sometimes I fail but see I get the big picture if I take the Big L
& that’s from the lifestyles of the poor & dangerous
Ain't no angels so they turn to angel dustin’ atheist shit
Life tend to fuck with you at the wrong time
It’s a long fight but dust off nigga, we gon be alright
Industry tricky, niggas iffy in the starlight
That’s why I can't put trust in these niggas like I trust God right?
The Audacity, punk niggas after me
Kill those boys drop bars got me feelin like Cassidy
Guess thats why they mad at me, bless to be free
While you dancing with the devil with two left feet

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You ain't right nigga
Nah you ain't right
Nah you ain't right nigga
Nah you ain't right, uh
Nah you ain't right
Nah you ain't right nigga
Nah you ain't right
Uh, nah you ain't right

Verse 2
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I pray for niggas who waiting for me to flop
Give it up nigga you know Im not
I came a long way from empty bellys to a pocketful
So Im praying for homies who is still up on the block
Im praying for Ye cause he’s lost and now
I guess we see whos stronger when it all falls down
& Im praying for the kids inside my generation
Cause Social media is now a mental penetration
A demonstration of better moves, is what I wanna be
Cut off my phone but temptations keep calling me
Im praying I can show some commitment to my girl
But how Im spose to say no when all these shorties is all on me
Praying for the lost ones the suns and the daughters
Praying for the mommas, the lost of a father
Whether death or dishonor, shit can fuck witcha
Praying for the suns who got no fathers there to lift em
Praying for my niggas who is stuck inside the system
Chasing dreams like they meek but only nightmares get em
Praying for anxiety, so we get high, pop pills, roll quick
Praying that you get sobriety
Praying for society, shit is getting worse
Asking for a revolution but see I ain't kirk
My feet still in the dirt and that ain't good for my health
I ain't perfect still praying for myself asking if you could hold me

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