Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip
About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.
Every wednesday when my father got home tho
Poppa took the television, but left the radio
Enforce, i'm elegant and
Maybe, my father would think different!
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Race is international my father isn't actual
My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,
I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind
Ay yo you wonder who i are
Cause i was the one who lost my father
But look at my mother and father
Huh, i can't interpret her
Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king
Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something
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