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I'm praying my brother gets home
Man I'm tired of talking right over the phone
Think shit sweet then you wrong
They took bro away ever since I've been lone
They hated on my tone
They mad they ain't getting no bread **** broke
I know I'm a sinner man I ain't no pope
Lil bro got a auto don't get in his zone
Send one at your chest and one more at your back
You got think that we finished send one at your dome
Your bitch she a dog so I gave her a bone
These **** my sonnies tryna be my clones
Bad lil bitch just hit my phone
Now she fuck with it tryna be on my song
It seems like I said all of this shit before
When lil bro get out we got take a lil tour
We gon sit down with gang and the liquor will pour
My **** and I will not trip bout a whore
But I gotta keep on grinding
I made this for me, key and q
My brothers are sitting in that cell
For shit that they ain't even do
I'm tryna convince the fam he ain't shoot
That shit is harder than all of it seems
Lately man I just been so paranoid
When we go out we gotta keep a Glock and a beam
I heard a few bitches say they on my team
No, no, no, no you not
I know some whipping cars to school and the pot
No lil bitch you don't love me weren't here from the start
And I know some haters just won't budge
That's why I gotta pray to the judge
I'm praying my brother gets home
Man I'm tired of talking right over the phone
Think shit sweet then you wrong
They took bro away ever since I've been lone
They hated on my tone
They mad they ain't getting no bread **** broke