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Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us Forever mobbin' Let's go [Verse 1: Sevin Duce] Yuh Street smart intellectual G card reptible At start half the mom and pops Split apart sectional, yeah Shot a Glock before I ever dropped my testicles Hatin' on the next man's spot That's where I set you Youngin' with a onion to pound Breakin down the dimes Sippin' NyQuil before ever pourin' the slime Bro said they might tell Supply yourself through the crime I'm the type well just reppin' my kind Neighborhood hobby catch a body it's a safety net Poppin off a Bobby asking God why you ain't take me yet Probably kept mo' bad dreams than a Navy vet Listen to a Christian walk with Christ take baby steps G more I miss em for swishas Grabbin the change pop Thugs and a sinner who wondering when the pain stop Drugs for dinner up in hell burnin' the flames high Lovin' the winter hiding tears still the rains drop [Chorus: Sevin] Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us Yeah we carrying guilt So please don't hold your peace If we're buried in filth Too many sheep gettin' buried in silk Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us For real I'm up to my neck in regrets and apologies I'm ready to confess and tell you yes if you say follow me [Verse 2: Sevin] It's real Ay Flow mine like a buoy Slow mob in a buie Beneath the city lights And getting right i learned to find beauty within this gritty life E'ery thing cost To be the boss it's a pretty price Where niggas starvin' for the cheese like some skinny mice Before the karma and the drama it was kinda fun Kickin' up dust we heard the sirens then it's time to run Stole my first Llama cuz my momma wouldn't buy me one By age 15 had me playin with a tommy gun I stashed the cush in the bush by my parent's house And used to keep my jackets outside Trying to air em out Dippin in a stolo screamin yolo Since knee high it was Levi's and All-Stars Was never into Polo It's hot here we survivin through the sauna Get tied into the drama just for trying to prove your honor And you gotta be a rider when your rivals movin' on ya Left leakin out your vitals hopin God will move up on ya The gang flame we bang the sunset when the night came Jail bound I'm workin on my knife game We fry with no education or ride with no hesitation And die for our reputation putting gouda over Christ's name Young nigga with depression in his eyes I'm losing all my homies in this wretched genocide When they stretched him they left him with intestines on his thighs I just pray he found his lessons when he died But I know the truth I used to be deceived as they come Smokin weed holding peas throwin bees with a gun I was claimin' I loved God but not receivin' His Son As if He was never grieved when He sees what I've done If them shells rained and murder me was headed for hells flames Eternally I thank you for turning me undeservedley I used to pray nervously But now I pray fervently ya purchased me and purposed me To serve you over currency [Chorus] Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us Yeah we carrying guilt So please don't hold your peace If we're buried in filth Too many sheep gettin' buried in silk Dear Lord could ya help us help us help us For real I'm up to my neck in regrets and apologies I'm ready to confess and tell you yes if you say follow me