Lyrics Blac Youngsta – Dear Lord
Text:
Dear Lord, Dear Lord
I’m ridin’ round with a burner
Protect me lord, I’m sellin’ dope ’til the sun down
Young nigga tryna come up, dat my sack tryna run it up
I do this shit for my grandma, I do this shit for my mama
I’ma get you out the struggle, I’ma make sure y’all don’t ever work for nothing
All this stress on me, lord
Why this pressure on me for
My family they depend on me, lord
Lost so many homeboys, sick of these homicides
Committed so many sins, I cannot believe I’m alive
My homeboy give him, and ma call my phone
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I wrote this song
I miss all my armies, I fear dear lord
And I done need my jesus, I feelin’ safe
I just prayed dear lord he gon’ take me away
Dear Lord, Dear Lord
I’m ridin’ round with a burner
Protect me lord, I’m sellin’ dope ’til the sun down
Young nigga tryna come up, dat my sack tryna run it up
I ain’t fuckin’ that lil’ thot ass bitch, unless I got a condom
I do this shit for my grandma, I do this shit for my mama
I’ma get you out the struggle, I’ma make sure y’all don’t ever work for nothing
All this stress on me, lord
Why this pressure on me for
My family they depend on me, lord
I done took these penitentiary, chances you wouldn’t understand nothing
When I was growin’ up broke with no food, nigga you was saying nothing
Young rich black African American up in the door, I come from nothing
If I go to jail right now baby, would you come up and make my bond
If they give me life right now, would you hold that pussy tight ’til I come home
Could you fight them niggas off baby
Dear Lord, Dear Lord
I’m ridin’ round with a burner
Protect me lord, I’m sellin’ dope ’til the sun down
Young nigga tryna come up, dat my sack tryna run it up
I ain’t fuckin’ that lil’ thot ass bitch, unless I got a condom
I do this shit for my grandma, I do this shit for my mama
I’ma get you out the struggle, I’ma make sure y’all don’t ever work for nothing
All this stress on me, lord
Why this pressure on me for
My family they depend on me, lord
