Trouble

Mike WiLL Made-It He just walked off like went to the bathroom But from the whole time he hit Atlanta, was like three months Dear God We just looked like, yeah, say a lil' prayer out here, Whatever he did I barely, rarely ever come to ya 'bout things ya know. 'Cause I feel like you gave me a, great mind So I handle things on my own But I need you to watch shawty for me man, Really love 'em. You know Lord I live by certain rules that, I live by street rules And I hope you can understand that 'Cause that's the way I was brought up And that's the way I was raised so, The way we gotta go get it is the way we gotta go get it. But I feel you know that my heart is pure, You know. And I'm not doing this out of ill intentions. I really need this one, I really need this to work. Please Lord don't let him fuck over young'n ya know. I need him. Bring him back to me. It's in yo hands, it's in yo hands