.Verse:I sent my prayers up to father god
Trying to make up for them nights we use to jug and rob
I was broke on the block i ain't have a job
Ain't no way to get no money so i had to rob
I just pray my nigga smelly sitting up with god
We ain't mean to do the shit, we did, but.
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