Please Don’t Let Me lyrics

Nobody's perfect

[Hook]
(Please don't let me)
Die before repenting my sin
(Please don't let me)
Drink and drive ever again
(Please don't let me)
Ever smoke meth or crack
(Please don't let me)
Get HIV with no get back
(Please don't let me)
Don't let me fail
(Please don't let me)
Ever spend another second in jail
(Please don't let me)
Come this far to fall off
Please don't let me f*ck mine off

[Verse 1]
I got vices I like, like vodka on the rocks
Catch me at some Grammy party next to Jamie Foxx
I'm not, marriage material, more like Heff
I got knowledge of self, I'm sorta Mos Def
Except, I'm a sl*t for a pretty-faced b*tch
Youngin used to say I got a lust demon trick
Consequences every lifestyle you living
Some rappers got herpes, the gift that keeps on giving
Even worse than that
I seen people go too far and can't come back
Straight guys tricked by transvestites, sick
Be careful who you let suck on your di*k
That b*tch might be a boy
I be frisking hoes in the club, I'm paranoid
I don't exercise and that's bad with black folks
Hypertension, heart disease, heart attacks, strokes
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All my ex girls, say I'm selfish
sh*t, we in a recession, I need help, b*tch
Rent too damn high, I need help, b*tch
Pour the Doc, no pork, but I eat shellfish
And I ain't looking for beef
But b*tch n*ggas get money, and think sh*t is sweet
I ain't taking no L's, we keeping it street
Both sides pack heat, let the grim reaper reap
And as far as rap concerned
I don't feel like talking, homie, I'm taciturn
Industry blackball wouldn't give Ras a turn
But I'm the best n*gga rapping, write classic burns
And y'all di*kride rappers who don't even write they own raps
What kind of rapper is that?
Multi-talented, overcame my challenges
Don't bring me here just to die like Richie Valens did

[Hook]

[Outro]
No
Apollo Brown
What up my n*gga?
I ain't even gonna lie, bro
I'm sometimes my own worst enemy
Most times my own worst enemy