MYB (feat. Starlito)

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 throwin' crosses that's what lil' hoes get

Claim to be a boss, but you a lil' broke bitch

Reason you alive, thank the **** you run with

I was in a cell with you, and you ain't run shit

Told me put my shoes on, but you ain't scratch

I wreck all and check off and then was so laid back

For **** you would make calls, don't that sound like draft

When I call a bitch you love she get here, oh, so fast

Fuckin' right I read my bible, I believe in God

Yeah, you punched me in my shit, but you did not hit hard

I have respect for every man, and demand you respect me

**** still alive, he lying if he said he checked me

Rather stand alone before I pull a **** dick

All you pussy rappers just be pulling **** dick

Behind my name I'm standing tall and will die any day

As I grew wise I thought I'd put that foolish pride away

If you cross, can't take a loss, I can't walk away

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 pistols charges still got my L's and reciprocity

Never be a celebrity, all this beef, where the broccoli?

I'm obviously not wrapped too tight, you're probably better off offing me

A **** better watch how he talk to me like how I watch how I talk on my cell

Don't answer my phone for rap ****, I get calls way more often from jail

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 friend

I be one deep in deep thought thinking everybody tryna con or cross me

It's getting hard to be humble tryna to get this bad karma off me, Starlito

I have respect for every man, and demand you respect me

**** still alive, he lying if he said he checked me

Rather stand alone before I pull a **** dick

All you pussy rappers just be pulling **** dick

Behind my name I'm standing tall and will die any day

As I grew wise I thought I'd put that foolish pride away

If you cross, can't take a loss, I can't walk away

There's no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away

I just aim the Smith and twenty-two and win me fourteen-six

If I lost you with the multiple, you don't know shit

Sixteen through fifty-twos, you got you four bricks

But it probably was in vain 'cause you won't score shit

Boy talk about me bad, I'm like not my boy

When I got his bitch pregnant bet it broke his heart

Go on 'head and get some get back or fuck my bitch

I'll let you in on a lil' secret **** she not shit

First old lady crushed my feelings, I ain't been hurt since

Whole family full of gangsters, and we both know this

If a sucker run up on me, he could get bent up

Hold it down for my real **** still penned up

Luca Brasi