Grace

All my life I been known to make mistakes
But I pray the Lord take me away before
I fall from grace

Imagine riding for a ni**a and he call you fake
Ni**as getting mad at you because you changed your ways
The old ways wasn't working for you but they stuck in your brain
You doing the same the call you insane
Got you praying for yo people looking for change
These ni**a saying they yo people until yall not the same
And you saying that's yo brother
And he saying he love you
But if he did he knew that we needed each other
We could've been superstars
I don't want to be gremlins
Cause I got a son to raise and I know that it's in him
Fuck being like me he gotta be better
But he know that he got his daddy with him forever
He catch me rolling up he know he due for a lecture
I teach him how to be a man and my daughter protector
That's PRESSURE

We need us some lawyers and professors or something
Because we aint out here making sacrifices for nothing
I'm Mr. put it on never been bummin
Nigga say I changed up but he know how I'm comin
She wanna leave? Told her shut up and leave.
Niggas say they Pushin P
But I'm still fucked up about losing P
Truthfully, you know how them excuses be
Truth all fucked up, I feel like niggas using me
Make you want to question everything
Socrates, Philosophy, we live in dreams
I'm just living out my granny prophecy
She said I'll be the one closest to the sun, who's hot as me
Niggas saying he the one, he must be dumb got to be
Same nigga came from stealing bikes and sharing clothes
Back to the block with a bag full of boes
If I ask, they gone make em dead stock, he exposed
In a box, stock x, with his tag on his toes.



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Johnson
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