Ford’s Prayer

I wanna cry sometimes
Living this life under pressure
I wanna die sometimes, I gotta keep it together
I wanna cry sometimes
Living this life under pressure
I wanna die sometimes, I gotta keep it together
Some days I try to maintain, but I cannot cope
Like, **** the rap game, where my *****s go?
Its funny how they never show face when your pockets low
But all up in your face when they see just where you tryna go
And see lately I been tryna blow
Cause my daughter need space for her stuffed animals
I used to have patience, but its running low
Lord, if you could, please send me a sign or something
Cause you aint with this in my life for nothin
Every single day we Queen City slummin, is that too much to ask?
Im just tryna be stress-free
Lord take these shackles off my feet, too much to ask?
Im just tryna be set free, Lord take these cuffs off me
I wanna cry sometimes
Living this life under pressure
I wanna die sometimes, I gotta keep it together
I wanna cry sometimes
Living this life under pressure
I wanna die sometimes, I gotta keep it together
Took some steps back, had to redefine
Baby mama out the picture, I got peace of mind
Look back like where my *****s I cant seem to find
You see my mama used to tell me read between them lines
Like ***** mind your ****ing business, why you all in mine?
How did he get signed? Its my ****ing time
I never sold a gram of crack or had to bust a dime
I got it out the mud, like *****, look at how it shine
You never make it from the Ford when ***** watch the grind
Thats why is Westside ***** when I ****ing rhyme
Now these *****s looking at me like hold, swole, slow it down
Should have been around when I hit the ground running
Never seen it coming when I drop Still Slummin
Now its fours in the air cause the whole city love it
Now that skinny mother****er be making noise, cant ignore
Skys the limit, they thought my limits was babys Ford
Now everytime when I kiss the ground when I thank the Lord
Tell them mother****ers that Im coming for it, better know it
Now everytime when I kiss the ground when I thank the Lord
Tell them mother ** **ers that Im coming for it
I wanna cry sometimes
Living this life under pressure
I wanna die sometimes, I gotta keep it together
I wanna cry sometimes
Living this life under pressure
I wanna die sometimes, I gotta keep it together
I just wanna spread my wings and just be free to fly
Maybe one day well wake up and just be free to fly
I just wanna spread my wings and just be free to fly
Maybe one day well wake up and just be free to fly
Lord, its so hard living this life
The constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why Id rather die than to continue living this way