Dear Lord lyrics

[Hook]
Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin' in him
*Blam* Feelin' like that's the only remedy
Send him on his way when I f*ck around his day
("Okay!") Cause to you they wanna send me
And I ain't got the energy, I'll let the clip empty
("Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!")

[Verse 1]
I ain't gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out
A frown up my face when the press come out
n*ggas know what it is, one of the best, no doubt
Doubt that, test him and the S's come about
Aggression n*ggas need without
Too aggressive n*ggas rest under leaves where the G's hang out
I'm back stronger than ever
D-boy so it's like whatever, however, whenever
I dare ya, pall bearers bury ya
Pardon my, positivity failure
But they ain't tryin to hear ya when n*ggas'll go and air ya ass out
Send you to the morgue, turn you inside-out
Send you to your momma 'til she pass out
Too many partners in the casket now
These foul bast*rds, don't appreciate life so f*ck 'em
The P-nina-nina stay dumpin' (Stay dumpin')
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Now Trice ain't all about runnin' his mouth
He do that for a livin', y'all gotta feel him
In the streets he mute, my n*gga autism
Don't confuse this with art-ism
n*gga I refuse to lose, boss in him
Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin'
I'm livin', n*gga I'm kiddin' him
Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison
Picture him leavin' his children
I peel 'em, pilgrimage to another region
Them ecstasy pills got n*ggas schemers
When the weapons spill them same n*ggas bleedin'
'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him
O ain't deceivin' these people, that's feedin' 'em
The hood's what he breathin, it's all good
Leave him in that box all wood (Box all wood)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Trice is nice with aim, put a n*gga
In a permanent frame, when a n*gga's
So determined to bang, cause a n*gga's
Switchin' lanes in that European thang
Don't be mad at your boy-boy, handle business
Cause he push the toy-toy, n*ggas envious
Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses
When the semi's start spittin', listen (Listen)
[Hook]

[Outro]
*Blam*
("Okay!")
("Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!")

Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin' in him *Blam*