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?

It's 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 it's running low

Lord, if you could, please send me a sign or something

'Cause you ain't with this in my life for nothin'

Every single day we Queen City slummin', is that too much to ask?

I'm just tryna be stress-free

Lord take these shackles off my feet, too much to ask?

I'm 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 can't 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? It's 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

That's 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 it's fours in the air 'cause the whole city love it

Now that skinny mother****er be making noise, can't ignore

Sky's the limit, they thought my limits was baby's Ford

Now everytime when I kiss the ground when I thank the Lord

Tell them mother****ers that I'm coming for it, better know it

Now everytime when I kiss the ground when I thank the Lord

Tell them mother ****ers that I'm 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 we'll wake up and just be free to fly

I just wanna spread my wings and just be free to fly

Maybe one day we'll wake up and just be free to fly

Lord, it's so hard living this life

The constant struggle each and every day

Some wonder why I'd rather die than to continue living this way