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86 Prayers letra


(Berge always flexin')
(My nigga Brando been sick with it)
(Say, Brando, what this hittin' for?)
Look, I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
On my belt, yeah, yeah
Top, nigga
Fuck 'em
Done left, left me all by myself (Ms. Alice grandson)
(They know I'm thugging, nigga)
Huh
Look, look

I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf, I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people, they done left, left me all by myself, I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt, bitch, you better get some help, on a sneaky night, I'm coming for they ass
Paid that bitch that bag, then they left, left me fucked up, no help, I just wonder why they do a nigga bad

How I let this happen? Watch my money subtracting
Got them youngins tryna blast shit for that bag, it get nasty
For lil' Top, they wet your block, they sling that stick off a Banshee
Fuck this rap, I punch the clock, I'll sling that stick at your mammy, lil' boy
It ain't pretty, but fancy, lil' boy, my life, it get tragic, lil' boy
Don't tell me shit about my actions, you ain't feel or saw what I done saw
Or going through what I'm going through now, look what this done come to
Slept together, but you know just if you cross me, I'll slump you
Or do you like Big Dump do, I'll tear your whole car up
I done told 'em as a child, you bitches don't want fucking war with us
He claim that he an ape, but clique got ate soon as he started us
I grew up on that 8, North concentrate, I'll get you slaughtered, thug
She know that they was fucking girl, hate that I call her my mama
Lied inside my grandma face, now, I know that that's a problem
I've been trying my fucking hardest not to hit somethin' with that chopper
Turn myself into the dada, know once I start there, I ain't stopping

I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf, I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people, they done left, left me all by myself, I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt, bitch, you better get some help, on a sneaky night, I'm coming for your ass
Gave them all my bag, then they left, left me fucked up, no help, I just wonder why they do a nigga bad

That chopper sound'll knock him down, now get up, bitch
Boy, you ain't never been cut for this, you grew up thinking with your dick
I never sold, I was on drugs, I was the one who sending hits
Pussy shot my mama son and then I got his brother split
I flew that bitch out on a jet, she used that flex for some motion
They know I'm hurting, I'm tryna get loaded, they don't wanna bring me no potion
On my fake page, I've been scoping, bitch, I picked up that notice
Tell Sherhonda I need a Honda, I'm way too dirty for Lotuses
Half my whole family out that bottom thug, same section they stepped on my 'cause
And I barely talk to his mama 'cause I seen that they ain't got no love
Lil' Top, I'm a fucking thug, my son, it's running through his blood
Demon baby, I'll go crazy and I train 'em for to let off slugs
Bitch, don't try to play me, you'll die tonight, nigga
It ain't a night that I don't think about taking away my life, nigga
Lose or win, I fight, nigga, I heard you known to stand down
Slept with my knife, ain't have it on me, I tore it down in that dome
You pussy

I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf, I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people, they done left, left me out here by myself, I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt, bitch, you better get some help, on a sneaky night, I'm coming for your ass
Paid that bitch that bag, then they left, left me fucked up, no help, I just wonder why they do a nigga bad

Huh
Lil' Top, nigga
How you feeling, youngin? How you been doing? (Hmm, slatt-slatt slatt, slatt)
I hope you keeping your head up out there, nigga (slime)
You know they tryna bring you down (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
All I need is a chopper, Jason, I don't need no help, nigga (ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)
They left me out here by myself (you can't fuck with me)
Pussy motherfucker
DeSean

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