Lyrical Breakdown of 86 Prayers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Lil Top, nigga
Fuck 'em
It's Alice Grandson
They know I'm thugging
Nigga (ha, look, look)
I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt
Yeah, yeah
All of them people that done left
Left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help
Now they sad
I say
All of the pain they made me felt
Bitch
You better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left
Left me fucked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
How I let this happen?
Watch my money subtracting
Got them youngins
Trynna blast shit for that bag
It get nasty
For Lil Top, they wet your block
They slang that stick off a banshee
Fuck this rap, I punch the clock
I slang that stick at your mammy
Lil' boy
It ain't pretty but fancy lil' boy
My life it get tragic lil' boy
Don't tell me shit about my actions
You ain't feel or saw what I done saw
Or going through what I'm going through
Now look what this done come to
Slept together
But you know just if you cross me
I would slump you
Or I'll do you like Big Dump do
I'll tear your whole car up
I done told 'em as a child you bitches
Don't want fucking war wit' us
He claimed that he an ape
But clique got ate
Soon as he started us
I grew up on that 8' north concentrate
I'll get you slaughtered, thug
She know that they was fucking girl
Hate that I call her my mama
Lied inside my grandma face
And I know that that's a problem
I've been trying my fucking hardest
Not to hit somethin' wit' that choppa
Turn myself into the Dada
Know once I start that ain't stopping
I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt
Yeah, yeah (man, talk that shit)
All of them people that done left
Left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch
You better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left
Left me fucked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
That choppa sound gon' knock 'em down (brr)
Now get up bitch
Boy, you ain't never been cut for this
You grew up thinking with your dick
I never sold I was on drugs
I was the one who sending hits
Pussy shot my momma son
And then I got his brother split
I flew that bitch out on a jet
She used that flex for some motion
They know I'm hurt
I'm try'n get loaded
They don't wanna bring me no potion
On my fake page
I been scoping, bitch
I picked up that notice
Tell Sherhonda I need a Honda
I'm way too dirty for Lotus'
Half my whole family out that bottom
Thug
Same section they stepped on my cuz
And I barely talked to his mama
Cause I seen that they ain't got no love
Lil Top, I'm a fucking thug, my son
It's running through his blood
Demon baby
I go crazy and I train him for to let off slugs
Bitch, don't try to play me
You'd die tonight, nigga
It ain't a night
That I don't think about taking away my life
Nigga Lose or win
I fight, nigga
I heard you known to stand down
Slept with my knife ain't have it on me
I tore it down in that dome, you pussy boy
I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt
Yeah, yeah
All of them people that done left
Left me out here by myself
I got tired
I can't help
Now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left
Left me fucked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
Ahh
Lil' Top, nigga
How you feeling youngin
How you been doing?
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I hope you keeping your head up out there nigga (slime)
You know they trynna bring you down
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
All I need is a choppa, Jason
I don't need no help, nigga
They left me outchea by myself (ay, ay, YoungBoy)
(You can't fuck with me) pussy motherfucker
Desean