A Song for You (feat. Lx Finesse & Heavy Crownz)

Dear GOD

I swallow my pride

I don't wanna kill...but I don't wanna die

And on this side it's kill or be killed, eye for eye

And I for one ain't never been good at letting shit slide

I ain't never ran from a mothafucka

What you expect me to do, play like I ain't got heart?

Real ones got respect one another

Some expect me to fear ‘em, but I only fear GOD

We not gon’ play like you GOD

In CHICAGO we blowin’ candles ‘cause we know that this our cake

My city been present, keep yo wishes,

It’s our day

Got a gift, open up, if you love, I’m gift wrapped

If not I’m busting balloons in yo party on Cholie

Just to survive in my city, it’s like a job in my city

They givin’ shots in my city, just like a doc in my city

I learned a lot from my city

Don’t ever ask for no pity

My own mother can kill me

My own father can fill me

DEAR GOD

Do you got any Heaven you can lend me?

Hell done sent me plenty devils, demons, death tryna get me

Can you give me any Heaven ‘fore I blow like a semi

I’ve been sinnin’ but I didn’t do nothin’ bad enough to deserve this

Know my words not worthless

Give me purpose, know my prayers got purpose

Never nervous, so my heart not for purchase

I ain’t turnin’, we hot but we not burnin’

Get yo learnin’

Who said I can’t be perfect?

Get a permit, come correct to the sermon

Got discernment

Never trust no person

Money a blessin’ but it bring the world curses

I been grindin’, grindin’, gettin’ it

Ben franklin I been in pain for a minute

Medical bills help to clear up all the healin’

No we ain’t gon’ be broke ‘til the endin’

N***a

Grindin’, grindin’, gettin’ it

And I know we been starvin’ for a minute

But I been workin’ on my wrist in the kitchen

Wanna eat? Imma cook for the city

N***a

Fuck yo feedback

Don’t talk, just react

Can’t you see that my skin GOD-LY BLACK

That don’t mean blast yo gun ‘til we past

Racist, weak ass, can’t stand (to) see me last

We don’t live long, aye don’t breathe fast

Say we ain’t shit...DON’T BELIEVE THAT

Take yo fake love, you just keep that

I WISH, I WISH

You wasn’t no bitch

I’ll pray ‘bout it

You can’t fake real

What don’t you get?

Get yo ass hit

I’m with my clique

Don’t be no clit

No tampax here

We done seen hell

We scream CIEL.

Bring Heaven here

Dear GOD

I swallow my pride

I don't wanna kill...but I don't wanna die

And on this side it's kill or be killed, eye for eye

And I for one ain't never been good at letting shit slide

I ain't never ran from a mothafucka

What you expect me to do, play like I ain't got heart?

Real ones got respect one another

Some expect me to fear ‘em, but I only fear GOD

We not gon’ play like you GOD

All of sudden people that I prayed for, people that I ran with

Saying what I ain’t did

All of sudden brothers acting like i switched

How you ever let them words find a way out yo lips

Same hand giving meals same hand got bit

You gon’ need a saving grace, I’m out of all of those

Got brothers in the grave deserving half my soul

You was self entitled looking at me like I’m a Midas

Thinking everything I touch, you first up for the gold

Forgive me for having this heart

Never forget that tho you played a part

I can forgive but can’t forget the scars

Hallelujah for directors cuts

You won’t get the credit for the work around me

You won’t get to get the glow and then clown me

The devil all in the grass, keep the clippers round me

It’s a must that I bust with such an ism

Isn’t ignorant of you for tryna play the innocent

No fasade the truth got ugly didn’t it?

Lawwwwd!

Never did em wrong but the hate and love is strong where we from if you ask me

May GOD be my witness when you ask me

On my soul when you ask me

You n****s must be tickets 'cause you sold out

Hoe'd out

Me not never fold now

Got my city showin' out

Just know daddy home now

Fuck that relaxin’

I'm tired of strugglin' and askin'

Rub my success in the devil face like fuckin' pro-active

CHICAGO ready for action, and we are actin' a fool

I wish a hater would just die, give us real **** mo' room

LORD knows we wish you was like US so we just pray for yo soul

What's worse?

Dyin' a bitch or the fact that you know