My Thoughts 3 / Pop's Prayer

(Damn, turn that shit up, Kur) (I hate you, Rose) Made somethin' out of nothin', lean all out in public Workin' morning then I'm clubbin' She wanted a kid, I bought her a puppy You know I'm a dog and she love it Stay true to yourself Word of advice, nigga, do it yourself First chance they get, gon' be tellin' the laws Niggas ain't built to be stuck in a cell All that screamin' that they 'bout that life Killers come around, they be tuckin' they tail Watch your bitch 'cause the shit get trife Money get low, she fuckin' your friend (shit be trife) Yeah, tryna change for the better In Clearwater for the sweater Busy man, I got shows lined up Put your ho on the schedule Forty racks for this bitch plain jane Twenty more for the bezel Let a nigga know I don't gangbang Amiri jeans, bandana Puttin' on for Montana Puttin' on for my gang, puttin' on for my city You know that I'm shootin' Cheesecake in my jeans, diamonds dancin' like Diddy You know that I'm eatin' it And I'm playin' with them bands, blow a bag if she pretty Between me and you Nigga, go kill your jeweler, shit you rockin' look DD Shit I'm rockin', can't get it Spin your block so many times, niggas gettin' dizzy They alive, they ain't livin' (huh?) Pink 10, G6, make a stalker feel it (yeah) Money stacked to the ceiling I just lie 'cause you now sky is the limit Gotta ride with it with me (bitch) Money longer, so you know a nigga gettin' P Bad bitches only (bad bitches) Say she five-star, I took her to Coney They ain't even notice (bad bitches) I done turned it up, now everybody homies Boy, you Lil Jody Presidential Rollies that I'm rockin' I ain't never voted (not one time) Nigga, fuck you little cockroaches, I be steppin' on 'em (fuck 'em) Thousand-eight grams of that A1, wait, I put extra on it (yeah) Wanna get like me, you gotta grind, my career got levels on it (grind) Yeah 'Member they ain't show a nigga no love (none) Bag on the plane finna land with me (mhm) Count money up when I'm stressed out Money counter still ain't fast as me (nah) Say she gon' leave, it ain't the whole thing I can't even give a bitch half of me (nah) Two Dracos, black one, woodgrain Call them bitches Mary-Kate and Ashley (Two Dracos) Break your boyfriend and take a bitch for my homie I'ma throw that ho in a cab for me (I'm hoppin' in the cab) All I ever did was come through and show love How the fuck is these niggas mad at me? (How the fuck is niggas mad?) Hundred racks, I'll fuck it off on nothin' 'Member times I ain't even have a G (hundred grand ain't shit) Almost cried when I seen my ex-bitch New nigga broke and it's sad to see (fuckin' with a broke nigga) I feel late tryna grab these M's My millionaire niggas tryna grab a B (my nigga, he a billionaire) How the fuck you broke talkin' 'bout you got opps? Gotta have guap if you tryna beef (how you got opps?) 20K, bro come through with the mop Won't leave the scene 'til it's fuckin' clean (mop it up, slime) FaceTime, mama told me to get some racks She know her baby boy run the streets (I ain't gettin' no sleep) Tellin' me to stop puttin' niggas to the test You don't shoot your gun can't come with me (I don't even know niggas) Told y'all wait 'til I get my money right Niggas really can't say nothin' to me (I don't even talk to niggas) Ruth Chris steaks like every other night I remember times with nothin' to eat (I done came up on niggas) Our Father and our God, we come now Knowin' that You know us better Than we know ourselves, our comings and our goings Our risings and our fallings Our beginnings and our in the end Asking that You remember us And now, in a mighty way, that You might protect us All from the danger and the evil That this world has to offer I come asking Your choice blessings on my baby boy Ray Asking for Your guidance and Your directions For his gifts and his talents That You might wrap him up with Your love, Your grace, and Your mercy Giving him protection, prosperity and peace In a dark and dying world In the name of Jesus, I pray and for his sake, amen