Kobo - Prayer

I gotta lot to say and i admit it
Sometimes i tried to get your help you wasn't tryna listen
I opened up myself to her she telling all my business
My best bro stole from me so sorry if i act suspicious
I got all these issues piling up my mental
Loyal to a fault don't cross me i gotta dismiss you
They only really hit you up that's if it's beneficial
My bros crack codes so if you dummy they gone try to trick you
And Skeet broski i love you man i truly miss you
I promise to myself forever i never forget you
I put my feelings in my songs the beat the one i vent to
But truth be told i need some love not just from instrumental
Im yearning for a home i kept it confidential
I moved around so many faces different residentials
I started off with a notepad I'm thankful for my pencil
So many lessons from my past i see the hidden figures
I'm on some deeper shit i see the bigger picture
Sadly can't bring all your niggas some be acting different
More money more problems that's funny cus the rich get richer
They told me give up on myself can't go I'm not a quitter
Cant hit this wood i got lil bro you wasn't in row with Swishers
Potray that image on the book your friends think you a hitter
You love me in my face behind my back you hiss and slither
But in the end you gone regret cus I'm gone be the winner

I pray one day we will all be okay
We will all be okay we will we will
I pray one day we all be okay we will all be okay we will

Kobo say he pray i told em' keep praying
I make it hard for her to stay somehow she keep staying
And when i fall she hold me up just like a kickstand
I swear with her I'm in too deep her pussy quick sand
I ain't gone lie shit could of been different
I ain't have to go so crazy on you in my lyrics
But i had a lot of shit to say about you and your gimmicks
Plus I'm over possessive when it come to my women
So when you made that decision shit I really ain't get it
I made a name for myself you tried to kill my image
Plus you bringing pain to yourself by trying to hurt my feelings
You used to walk the halls alone i gave you my attention
Walking you to class give no fuck about my attendance
Kobas on that third eye strong intuition
Doc' i got a bad cough need stronger prescriptions
The lord know im wrong but i still got good intentions

Written by:
Jacobas McBride

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