Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot (USB MIX)

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh (You think you know me) When we rappin'? (Deadly) Uh [Verse 1] Pray (Pray), pray (Pray) Pray you get comfy in your disguise (Uh) Pray for my thots on the other side (Side) Pray for my children I can't provide, I'll feel 45 (God damn) Pray when you shoot, it's a homicide Pray for my haters, they terrified (Oh) Nigga, come kill me, I'm verified (Yeah) But I'm still alive, yeah, I'm still alive Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron (Yeah) I'm so confused, I ain't hard to find (Oh) I push you pussies beyond the pine Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine It come out the pocketbook every time (Brrr) Feel like I'm shootin', I'm shiftin' time (Oh) Dressed in your grandmama's hand-me-downs, pussy nigga Huh, sucka, I'm prominent, I was anonymous I been in front of you every time This ain't a bridge, it's a collared crime I put my soul into every bar Into every verse, (Man) into every rhyme (Shit) [Chorus] I can't feel my face, oh God SMH, no ASMR (Huh) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy closed She said, "You better count your blessings for real" Amen (Woo!) [Verse 2] Pray (Pray), pray Pray for my babies, they doin' time (Time) Pray that these crackers don't Columbine I just pray that I peak before my decline Make 'em hit recline You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity Niggas, these bullets get entered in clip And go into the Kimber that hit your spine (Yeah) Britney, this a sign Pray you grow healthy and hit your prime Ooh, I should pray for a better line But I don't wan' make all my peers resign 2035, I'll be 45 They say the church leave us all behind Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne Bitch, I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind (Oh) Pray for all of these niggas been lyin' and frontin' for company Bitch, I'm a diva, no punk in me Fuck you want from me? I'll put you under me, nigga (Oh) I put your soul in a struggle bar [Chorus] I can't feel my face, oh God SMH, no ASMR (Huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy closed She said, "You better count your blessings for real" Amen [Outro] Praise the motherfuckin' lord (Oh, dead-dead-deadly) [Extended Instrumental Outro]