Dear Lord

[Hook] Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin' in him *Blam* Feelin' like that's the only remedy Send him on his way when I fuck around his day ("Okay!") Cause to you they wanna send me And I ain't got the energy, I'll let the clip empty ("Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!") [Verse 1] I ain't gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out A frown up my face when the press come out Niggas know what it is, one of the best, no doubt Doubt that, test him and the S's come about Aggression niggas need without Too aggressive niggas rest under leaves where the G's hang out I'm back stronger than ever D-boy so it's like whatever, however, whenever I dare ya, pall bearers bury ya Pardon my, positivity failure But they ain't tryin to hear ya when niggas'll go and air ya ass out Send you to the morgue, turn you inside-out Send you to your momma 'til she pass out Too many partners in the casket now These foul bastards, don't appreciate life so fuck 'em The P-nina-nina stay dumpin' (Stay dumpin') [Hook] [Verse 2] Now Trice ain't all about runnin' his mouth He do that for a livin', y'all gotta feel him In the streets he mute, my nigga autism Don't confuse this with art-ism Nigga I refuse to lose, boss in him Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin' I'm livin', nigga I'm kiddin' him Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison Picture him leavin' his children I peel 'em, pilgrimage to another region Them ecstasy pills got niggas schemers When the weapons spill them same niggas bleedin' 'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him O ain't deceivin' these people, that's feedin' 'em The hood's what he breathin, it's all good Leave him in that box all wood (Box all wood) [Hook] [Verse 3] Trice is nice with aim, put a nigga In a permanent frame, when a nigga's So determined to bang, cause a nigga's Switchin' lanes in that European thang Don't be mad at your boy-boy, handle business Cause he push the toy-toy, niggas envious Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses When the semi's start spittin', listen (Listen) [Hook] [Outro] *Blam* ("Okay!") ("Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!") Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin' in him *Blam*