Letter - Kidd G

Lord do you hear me

We ain’t talked in a minute

I know I’m doing bad on my own

But I’m committed

Lord, please help me I’m just tryna find a way

Before you hit me back

There some things I need to say

Momma treats me good

But I’m steady talking back

People say they love me

I don’t trust ya, yeah it’s sad

Friends that I’ve lost

And I’m just tryna get em' back

The only thing I’m focused on is the fame and cash

Lord ya need to fix all the things I speak about

I’ve tried to find a way

But somehow I just lost the route

Fightin' all these dmons

I’m surrounded help me out

(yah help me out, help me out, help me out)

I hope you get this letter

I done send it over text

Snapchat no email

I’m just prayin' for success

Walkin' through these battlefields

I need a armor vest

Lately, I feel like you been puttin' me to the test

Everybody’s hatin'

I can’t even fix the pain

The only thing I think about is success and fame

Man, I don’t know what I can do

In this life, I can not lose

Lord do you hear me

We ain’t talked in a minute

I know I’m doing bad on my own

But I’m committed

Lord, please help me I’m just tryna find a way

Before you hit me back

There some things I need to say

Pencil and a paper

That’s how I write my songs

I guess to me and these demons

We just don’t get along

So I’m on my knees, man

My hands, they be crossed

I’m thanking you for dying for me up on the cross

So I’m spitting raps

Man, I’m tryna get along with people

Man, I guess they do not just like my songs

So I’m talkin' to you like a man

You understand me

Man, one day I wanna go win a Grammy

We know I’m not the worst

You know I’m not the best

Everybody’s hatin' on me

Pain is in my chest

I done lost my girl

'Cause I love another one

Lord, I’m thankful that I am your son

I ain’t never stop until my car hits the brakes

I ain’t never drop until my body wants to drop

My dad’s got my back

And my mom does too

And Lord’s on my side, promise you gonna lose

Dear Lord, please protect my children

Take care of them

Give them strength

Give them everything that you desire, Lord

(Amen)

I think about my lost ones

Almost every single day

It’s funny how the bad go

And the good ones— Wait, oh no!

It’s funny how the good ones have to go

I know they see me slippin'

You won’t ever catch me lackin'

Man, I found that love

Man, I really got the mathematics

I’ma speed it up

I gotta pick it up

Man, If the demon’s on my side

I gotta beat it up

Lord do you hear me

We ain’t talked in a minute

I know I’m doing bad on my own

But I’m committed

Lord, please help me I’m just tryna find a way

Before you hit me back

There some things I need to say