Niggas pray for me, Niggas use to pray for me, (Uh, me) Need ya'll to pray for me, Need niggas just to pray for me, (me, uh) Need ya'll to pray for me, Need niggas just to pray for me, (uh) Need ya'll to pray for me, Need nigags just to pray for me, (uh) I want somebody to pray for me, (uh) Somebody pray for me, (uh) Please ya'll pray for me, Please niggas just pray for me, Look, I woke up without a heartbeat, But I remember we was just in the car deep, Was at a light, and got approached by a car theif, He pulled out, but didnt ask for no car keys, A loud noise without a voice, and I'm tryin' to scream out shits not fair, I can't tell you where I'm at, or how I got here, Surrounded by all white, maybe it's just cloudy, Escorted by two men who knew everything about me, Both of them so strong, kept sayin' hold on, Feel like my souls gone, naked no clothes on, I know this can't be my fate, I scream wait, As they drop me infront of a gate, they left no trace, I can see my every breath like a cold day, stood before a man with no face, He said to me, "Please don't make this any harder" Who the fuck is you? "My child, I'm your father" I only got one dad, "Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young, I brought him back to you, you're real close to heaven, Few get to step in, now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in" Look I'm far from a christian, not big on religion, But ain't done too much wrong, my entire time of living, Never killed, never tried to ...
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