Key: D minor
Verse 1
Dear Heavenly Father,
Dm
Am
I come to you seeking comfort in depressed times,
Dm
Am
Dm
This is a depressed
Verse 2
rapper in the game'll say they sold cocaine,
Never went to jail was
never on no chain,
Always throwing crosses that's
what lil' hoes get,
Dm
Am
Claim to be a boss but you
a lil' broke bitch,
Reason you alive ain't
the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell witchu and
But you ain't scratched,
Am
Dm
then was so laid back,
Don't that sound like draft,
When I call a bitch in love she
get here oh so fast,
Fucking right I read my bible,
I believe in god,
D
Am
Yeah you punched me in my shit but
you did not hit hard (laughs)
Verse 3
demand your respect,
Nigga still alive,
He lying if he said he jacked me,
Rather stand alone before
niggas dick (ya bitch)
Verse 4
Dm
Am
tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I
would put that foolish pun away,
If you cross can't take a loss,
There's no way in hell I'd ever
Verse 5
(Sarlito 2)
R- E- S- P- E- C- T this heat,
I keep that Glock with me,
Caught two pistol charges still got
my L's and restoprosity,
Never be a celebrity,
All this beef with a broccoli,
Dm
Am
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly,
You probably better off offing me,
A nigga better watch how he talk to me,
Like how I watch how I talk on my cell,
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas,
I get calls way more often from jail (hello),
Swear it was so hot out on my block
we all thought it was hell,
Dm
Am
On the ends of this syrup tryna mend this
Re- up and do it again,
Shot it out so many times,
Got to see who was truly my friends,
I was one deep in deep thought,
Dm
Thinking errbody tryna countercross me (ahh),
Am
It's getting had to be humble tryna get this bad karma off me,
Starlito!!
Verse 6
demand your respect,
Nigga still alive,
He lying if he said he jacked me,
Rather stand alone before
I pull a nigga dick,
Verse 7
Dm
Am
tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I
would put that foolish pun away,
If you cross can't take a loss,
There's no way in hell I'd
ever let you walk away
Verse 8
3)
Imagine a Smithn' 22 would win me 14- 6,
If I lost you with the multiple you
don't know shit,
16 through 52's you got you 4 bricks,
But it probably was in vein,
Cause you won't score shit,
Brugh talk about me bad,
I'm like not my boy,
When I got his bitch pregnant
bet it broke his heart,
Gone ahead and get some get
back or fuck my bitch,
Am
Dm
secret nigga she not shit,
I ain't been hurt since,
Whole family full of gangstas and
he can get bent up,
G
Dm
Am
Hold it down for my real niggas still penned up,
Outro 1
Luca Brasi!!
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
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Dm
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