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Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A ThotYou think you know meWhen we rapping? Pray, pray, pray Pray you get in comfy your disguise Pray for my thots on the other side Pray for my children I can't provide, I feel 45 Pray when you shoot it's a homicide Pray for my haters they terrified Nigga come kill me, I'm verified But I'm still alive, yeah I'm still alive Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron I'm so confused I ain't hard to find I push you pussies behind the pine Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine It come out the pocketbook every time Feel like when I'm shooting I'm shifting time Dressed in your grandmomma's hand me downs, pussy nigga Sucka I'm prominent, I was anonymous I been in front you every time This ain't a bridge, it's a collared crime I put my soul into every bar Into every verse, into every rhyme I can't feel my face, oh god SMH, no ASMR (huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy close She said you better count your blessings for real, amen Pray, pray, pray Pray for my babies they doing time Pray that these crackers don't Columbine I just pray that I peak before my decline Make 'em hit recline You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity Niggas, these bullets get entered in clips And go into the Kimber that hit your spine Britney this a sign, pray you grow healthy and hit your prime Ooh, I should pray for a better line But I don't wanna make all my peers resign 2035, I'll be 45 They say the church leave us all behind Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne Bitch I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind Pray for all of these niggas be lying and fronting for company Bitch, I'm a diva no punk in me Fuck you want from me, I'll put you under me, nigga I'll put your soul in a struggle bar I can't feel my face, oh god SMH, no ASMR (huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy close She said you better count your blessings for real, amen Praise the motherfuckin' lord |