Kevin Gates, Starlito - MYB lyrics

Dear Heavenly Father, i come to you seeking
Comfort in depressed times
This is a depressed time luca Brasi!

Every rapper in the game'll
Say they sold cocaine never went to jail was
Never on no chain
Always throwing crosses that's what
Lil' hoes get
Claim to be a boss but you a lil' broke bitch
Reason you alive thank the niggas you run wit
I was in a cell witchu and you ain't run shit
Told me put my shoes on, But
You ain't scratch
I wreck hall and jack off and
Then was so laid back
For niggas you would make calls
Don't that sound like draft
When I call a bitch in love
She get here oh so fast
Fucking right I read my bible
I believe in god
Yeah you punched me in my shit
But you did not hit hard (laughs)

I have respect for every man
That demand your respect nigga still alive
He lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before I pull a nigga dick
All you pussy rappers just
Be pulling niggas dick (ya bitch)

Behind my name I'm standing tall
And will die any day
As I grew wise I thought that I
Would put that foolish pride away
If you cross can't take a loss
I can't walk away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd
Ever let you walk away

R-E-S-P-E-C T this heat
I keep that Glock with me
Caught two pistol charges still got
My L's and reciprocity never be a celebrity
All this beef where the broccoli
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly
You probably better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he talk to me
Like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas
I get calls way more often from jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my
Block we all thought it was hell on the L's
Sippin' syrup tryna mend this broken
Heart from all the betrayal
Sold it before it got off the scale
Re-up and do it again
Shot it out so many times
Got to see who was truly my friends
I was one deep in deep thought
Thinking everybody tryna con or cross me
It's getting hard to be humble tryna
Get this bad karma off me starlito!

I have respect for every man
That demand your respect nigga still alive
He lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before I pull a nigga dick
All you pussy rappers just
Be pulling niggas dick (ya bitch)

Behind my name I'm standing tall
And will die any day
As I grew wise I thought that I
Would put that foolish pride away
If you cross can't take a loss
I can't walk away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd
Ever let you walk away

I just aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6
If I lost you with the
Multiple you don't know shit
16 through 52's you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein
Cause you won't score shit
Brugh talk about me bad, I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant
Bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get some get
Back or fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on a lil'
Secret nigga she not shit
First ole' lady crushed my feelings
I ain't been hurt since
Whole family full of gangstas and
We both know this
If a sucker run up on me he can get bent up
Hold it down for my real
Niggas still penned up, luca Brasi!