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Help Me Jesus
YFG Fatso
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Hit me, Jesus, talk to me please
It's sad, my truth too bad, in God I don't believe
I'm still in steamers, ridin' hops but my weed
He died before I could go call him, it hurt when I breathe
You died but ain't solvin' my problem, now that's all on me
Tears fall out my eyes when I'm around, I got low self-esteem
Could've cried but I end up just slidin', I want some more to bleed
You wantin' my spot, I'ma show you the
Pain that come when you tryna be me
I live for the rollin', I'm goin' insane
It's me who control it, make 'em slide and go get a brain
For brother, I put everything on the
Line, I'll slide or go out with a bang
I can't be that lost when I'm just had a
Daughter, it's my job keepin' her straight
It's my job go gettin' paid, it's my job savin' the day
It's my job clear up the rain, it's my job take all the pain
I know I be havin' my brother on point
Have nobody in there but the gang
Please tell me that shit was a lie
I don't wanna hear that 'cause I can't
Tryna stay out the past, I been obviously in it
You went back on your word, I'm your brother, just give me a minute
Go ask one of blood and 'em 'bout how I
Get if you need it, for real, I'll spend it
We fuck with the same bitch, I'm on
The same shit, at nighttime I'm fishin'
I want niggas dead, don't forget it, once everybody go, I'll be happy
My big brother died, I remember the day
I was with him, that shit still drag me
I put in my twist, try to be legit
Why the fuck is my shit still navvy?
Lonelier drills, we do big drills on the opps, saggy, flashy
AK on my jeans and the jacket, go
Broke and they still wouldn't pass me
I do what I want, I'm a savage, humble
Guy, bro, I'm not like the last me
Put the gang on my name on your ass cheek
Make it known to the real that you love me
Hate when shit start to rot and they
Nag me, see no real competition above me
If you ask me what I need, I'ma say some weed and money
He died when he played with the team
He was still a teen, it bummed me
The first one to want put him down
On his ass when he had to be rushin'
Let me tell the truth about why we
Ain't last, I ain't try to be nothin'
I see the apologies comin', fucked up
You don't even try to be hustlin'
Too soon, I had a lot of me comin', my
Bank account favorite lottery numbers
Tell me a habit to leave, I don't know what
It mean, I'ma act like the Martians is comin'
Can't even think when I'm Z'd, bitch, I'm gettin' fried, I love it
Hit me, Jesus, talk to me please
It's sad, my truth too bad, in God I don't believe
I'm still in steamers, ridin' hops but my weed
He died before I could go call him, it hurt when I breathe
You died but ain't solvin' my problem, now that's all on me
Tears fall out my eyes when I'm around, I got low self-esteem
Could've cried but I end up just slidin', I want some more to bleed
You wantin' my spot, I'ma show you the
Pain that come when you tryna be me
Hit me, Jesus, talk to me please
It's sad, my truth too bad, in God I don't believe
I'm still in steamers, ridin' hops but my weed
He died before I could go call him, it hurt when I breathe
You died but ain't solvin' my problem, now that's all on me
Tears fall out my eyes when I'm around, I got low self-esteem
Could've cried but I end up just slidin', I want some more to bleed
You wantin' my spot, I'ma show you the
Pain that come when you tryna be me
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