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Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot

Pray for my children I can’t provide, I’ll 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 beyond the pine
Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine
It come out the pocketbook every time
Feel like I’m shootin', I’m shiftin' time
Dressed in your grandmama’s hand-me-downs, pussy nigga
Huh, sucka, I’m prominent, I was anonymous
I been in front of you every time
This ain’t a bridge, it’s a collared crime
I put my soul into every bar (Man)
Into every verse, into every rhyme (Shit)
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 closed
She said, «You better count your blessings for real»
Amen (Woo!)
Pray (Pray), pray
Pray for my babies, they doin' 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
Nigga, these bullets get entered in clip
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 wan' 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 been lyin' and frontin' for company
Bitch, I’m a diva, no punk in me
Fuck you want from me?
I’ll put you under me, nigga (Oh)
I 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 closed
She said, «You better count your blessings for real»
Amen
Praise the motherfuckin' lord
(Oh, dead-dead-deadly)