Starlito - MYB lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Gates] Dear Heavenly Father, I come to you seeking comfort in depressed times This is a depressed time Luca Brasi! [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Every rapper in the game'll say they sold c**aine Never went to jail was Never on no chain Always throwing crosses that's what lil' hoes get Claim to be a boss but you a lil' broke b**h Reason you alive thank the n***as you run wit, I was in a cell witchu and you ain't run sh** Told me put my shoes on, But You ain't scratch I wreck hall and jack off and then was so laid back For n***as you would make calls, Don't that sound like draft When I call a b**h in love she get here oh so fast, f**ing right I read my bible, I believe in god Yeah you punched me in my sh** but you did not hit hard (laughs) [Bridge] I have respect for every man that demand your respect, n***a still alive, He lying if he said he checked me Rather stand alone before I pull a n***a dick All you p**y rappers just be pulling n***as dick (ya b**h) [Hook] Behind my name I'm standing tall and will die any day As I grew wise I thought that I would put that foolish pride away If you cross can't take a loss, I can't walk away (I can't) There's no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away [Verse 2: Starlito] R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep that Glock with me Caught two pistol charges still got my L's and reciprocity Never be a celebrity, all this beef where the broccoli I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly, You probably better off offing me A n***a better watch how he talk to me, Like how I watch how I talk on my cell Don't answer my phone from rap n***as, I get calls way more often from jail (hello) Swear it was so hot out on my block we all thought it was hell On the L's, sippin' syrup tryna mend this broken heart from all the betrayal Sold it before it got off the scale, Re-up and do it again Shot it out so many times, Got to see who was truly my friends I was one deep in deep thought Thinking everybody tryna con or cross me It's getting hard to be humble tryna get this bad karma off me Starlito! [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] I just aim the Smithn' 22 and win me 14-6 If I lost you with the multiple you don't know sh** 16 through 52's you got you 4 bricks But it probably was in vein, Cause you won't score sh** Brugh talk about me bad, I'm like not my boy When I got his b**h pregnant bet it broke his heart Gone ahead and get some get back or f** my b**h I'll let you in on a lil' secret n***a she not sh**, First ole' lady crushed my feelings, I ain't been hurt since Whole family full of gangstas and we both know this, If a s**er run up on me he can get bent up, Hold it down for my real n***as still penned up, Luca Brasi!!