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Put my hands together, yeah I pray to God Blessings, come down and heal my scars Demons trying to get me Trying to fight them in my sleep Need that holy water keep them angels around me Opps praying on my downfall, but I'm still doing well Yeah, cause my frequency high as hell Free my real hitters out that jail cell Still doing time because they never tell tell Hustle hard going through the motions to get deep They believe in money don't believe in loyalty Hard to trust a soul it get wicked in the streets Never sell my soul for this wicked industry Holy water, holy water, holy water I got my back against the wall that's how I'm brought up I've been through some ups and downs that made me stronger Bless my soul, I'm diving in that holy water Holy water on me tied in like matrimony Used to flip my cigarette up in my pack a stogies, baggin' 40s 50 cent chubbys, ain't no bubbly it was Henny straight But now we let the Bentleys race That violence, had to demonstrate I was feelin' like B rabbit with a pistol and no demo tape Tryna lift my city up, but it's wearing on my mental state I concentrate on blessings cuz I been on that demonic side Shootings where ya moms reside will leave you numb or traumatized Ok so everybody drillers now, but we ain't buyin into that Show me where you're spinning at, we rented Vs to tint 'em black Paper work on artist we just call it master splinter rap Shell casings out that fifty lookin like a roll of pennies wrapped In the bank link I'ma scammer, still might take um on a chase She kept askin' for a kid I left my babies on her face When they taxin' you 6 figures you know you made it in the states I had to say amazing grace back of the Bach being the drapes, wait Bro lost his trial, lost appeal, and his habeas corpus So no matter how far I make it all this pain is enormous Forever knowin' Gods the greatest but damn satan just forced Feel like it's demons tryna jump over the gates in this fortress My mental health wasn't stable, but I brought food to the table And ran a bag up while they was on the couch glued into cable Independent you couldn't fathom what we do with no label Survival of the fittest had to live with shit that's usually fatal Sometime I feel alive and sometimes I feel depleted Sometimes I wanna be drug free, sometimes I feel I need it Sometimes I wanna block it out, sometimes I wanna grieve it Holy water on this Cuban like my heart I had to freeze it, Blanco Put my hands together yeah, I pray to God Blessings, come down and heal my scars Demons trying to get me trying to fight them in my sleep Need that holy water keep them angels around me
Writer(s): Myles Lockwood, Sada James, Ilya Trusov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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