Lyrical Breakdown of Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Oh (You think you know me)

When we rappin'?

Pray (Pray), pray

Pray you get comfy in your disguise (Uh)

Pray for my thots on the other side (Side)

Pray for my children I can't provide, I feel 45

Pray when you shoot, it's a homicide

Pray for my haters, they terrified

Nigga could kill me, I'm verified

But I'm still alive, yeah, I'm still alive

Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron

I'm so confused, I ain't hard to find

I push you pussies behind the pine

Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine

Come out the pocketbook every time

Feel like I'm shootin', I'm shiftin' time

Dressed in your grandmama hand-me-downs, pussy nigga

Huh, sucka, I'm prominent, I was anonymous

I been in front of you every time

This ain't a bridge, it's a collar crime

I put my soul into every bar (Man)

Into every verse, man, into every rhyme (Shit)

I can't feel my face, oh god

SMH, no ASMR (Huh!)

Show me where the prophets go

Show me how to keep my pussy close

She said, "You better count your blessings for real"

Amen (Woo!)

Pray (Pray), pray

Pray for my babies, they doin' time

Pray that these crackers don't Columbine

I just pray that I peak before my decline

Make 'em hit recline

You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity

Nigga, these bullets get entered in clip

And go into the Kimber that hit your spine

Britney, this a sign

Pray you grow healthy and hit your prime

Ooh, I should pray for a better line

But I don't wan' make all my peers resign

2035, I'll be 45

They say the church leave us all behind

Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne

Bitch, I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind

Pray for all of these niggas been lyin' and frontin' for company

Bitch, I'm a diva, no punk in me

Fuck you want from me? I'll put you under me, nigga (Oh)

I'll put your soul in a struggle bar

I can't feel my face, oh god

SMH, no ASMR (Huh!)

Show me where the prophets go

Show me how to keep my pussy close

She said, "You better count your blessings for real"

Amen

Praise the motherfuckin' lord

(Oh, dead-dead-deadly)