Glock in my hand
Battlin' my thoughts got me close to the edge
I'm sorry Lord
But I gotta get it how I can
I said I'm sorry Lord
I just pray that you understand
Growing up Ian have no father
So how I'm supposed to be a man ?
I never questioned what God plans
I'm tryna put it in words so you can understand
Ion think they really fully comprehend
I was down bad on my dick stood on all 10
Skipping school Ian even tie my shoes but I'm ina field
It wasn't time for no practice just went on them drills
Nah for real
Like this pain shit, this shit
Shit made me worthy in so many ways
Hope you can understand
This shit was God's plan
To leave me on my own
To see if I would manage
To see if I would panic
To see if I would call on him
But I'm calling on you right now
Lord, I need your soul
Cause I got open wounds that won't even close
I'm knocking at your door
Wish heaven had a phone right now
So I could say hello
I'm sorry I'm just in my feelings
Can you really feel this ?
Can you really listen ?
I'ma say it just one time so just really listen
I say two wrongs don't make it right so tell me if I'm trippin' oh Lord
This the last time Father God forgive me for my past life
I was doing wrong tryna' make it right
Out there on my own tryna' make it right
Growing up Ian have no father
So how I'm supposed to be a man ?
I never questioned what God plans
I'm tryna put it in words so you can understand
Ion think they really fully comprehend
I was down bad on my dick stood on all 10
Was missing out on meals
Trying to stack me up a band
You gon' know the real when you locked up innat can
Bro was just fighting appeals, not the ones you called Xans
I was just facing years with no lawyer, that shit was scary
I was just on them drills tryna' feed my f*cking family
I just hope that you can understand me
I just hope that you can understand me
I just hope that you can understand me
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Glock in my hand
Battlin' my thoughts got me close to the edge
I'm sorry Lord
But I gotta get it how I can
I said I'm sorry Lord
I just pray that you understand
Growing up Ian have no father
So how I'm supposed to be a man ?
I never questioned what God plans
I'm tryna put it in words so you can understand
Ion think they really fully comprehend
I was down bad on my dick stood on all 10
Skipping school Ian even tie my shoes but I'm ina field
It wasn't time for no practice just went on them drills
Nah for real
Like this pain shit, this shit
Shit made me worthy in so many ways
Hope you can understand
This shit was God's plan
To leave me on my own
To see if I would manage
To see if I would panic
To see if I would call on him
But I'm calling on you right now
Lord, I need your soul
Cause I got open wounds that won't even close
I'm knocking at your door
Wish heaven had a phone right now
So I could say hello
I'm sorry I'm just in my feelings
Can you really feel this ?
Can you really listen ?
I'ma say it just one time so just really listen
I say two wrongs don't make it right so tell me if I'm trippin' oh Lord
This the last time Father God forgive me for my past life
I was doing wrong tryna' make it right
Out there on my own tryna' make it right
Growing up Ian have no father
So how I'm supposed to be a man ?
I never questioned what God plans
I'm tryna put it in words so you can understand
Ion think they really fully comprehend
I was down bad on my dick stood on all 10
Was missing out on meals
Trying to stack me up a band
You gon' know the real when you locked up innat can
Bro was just fighting appeals, not the ones you called Xans
I was just facing years with no lawyer, that shit was scary
I was just on them drills tryna' feed my f*cking family
I just hope that you can understand me
I just hope that you can understand me
I just hope that you can understand me
Battlin' my thoughts got me close to the edge
I'm sorry Lord
But I gotta get it how I can
I said I'm sorry Lord
I just pray that you understand
Growing up Ian have no father
So how I'm supposed to be a man ?
I never questioned what God plans
I'm tryna put it in words so you can understand
Ion think they really fully comprehend
I was down bad on my dick stood on all 10
Skipping school Ian even tie my shoes but I'm ina field
It wasn't time for no practice just went on them drills
Nah for real
Like this pain shit, this shit
Shit made me worthy in so many ways
Hope you can understand
This shit was God's plan
To leave me on my own
To see if I would manage
To see if I would panic
To see if I would call on him
But I'm calling on you right now
Lord, I need your soul
Cause I got open wounds that won't even close
I'm knocking at your door
Wish heaven had a phone right now
So I could say hello
I'm sorry I'm just in my feelings
Can you really feel this ?
Can you really listen ?
I'ma say it just one time so just really listen
I say two wrongs don't make it right so tell me if I'm trippin' oh Lord
This the last time Father God forgive me for my past life
I was doing wrong tryna' make it right
Out there on my own tryna' make it right
Growing up Ian have no father
So how I'm supposed to be a man ?
I never questioned what God plans
I'm tryna put it in words so you can understand
Ion think they really fully comprehend
I was down bad on my dick stood on all 10
Was missing out on meals
Trying to stack me up a band
You gon' know the real when you locked up innat can
Bro was just fighting appeals, not the ones you called Xans
I was just facing years with no lawyer, that shit was scary
I was just on them drills tryna' feed my f*cking family
I just hope that you can understand me
I just hope that you can understand me
I just hope that you can understand me
Writer: Kenyon Clemons
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