Yh2real - Prayer

Dear Lord
This is my prayer
I know i did some things
Let me explain it like this
Look
Lord forgive me for my sins
Its hell livin on earth tryna come up and make it big
It started as a kid, growin up and dreamin big
Bout bein so stupid rich so I can buy my mom a crib
I wanna
Thank the lord for gettin me through that shit
That woulda got me six feet under or doin life in the pen
Thats why I
Stay here wit this pad and this pen
Tryna drink away the pain and write stories bout how i live
They just happen to be murderous lyrics, Fucc it im gifted
Havin homicidal thoughts, Criminalistic intentions
Growin up in ghetto apartments in ghetto cities
I was tempted to do some stupid shit and end up in prison
But naw, I ain't want that mess
I want the life of a king, Author taught it the best
Prayin for the best
But in these streets, you gotta study life, like its a game of chess
Feelin like a got a big "S" on my chest
Wit a angel on my shoulders tryna pass the lords test
The Greatest
Is what in strivin for and no less
Havin visions of me and my team flyin on private jets
Sellin out arenas, poppin tags at saks 5ths
But the devil tryna destroy my dreams wit a hex
I pray to God that ima conquer everything i can
The testimony of a future King
Amen
Amen

Written by:
DARREN WHITE, PAUL ALLENDER, STEVEN PAUL MALONEY, BENJAMIN RYAN, PAUL RYAN, WILLIAM A. SARGINSON, JOHN WHITE

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