Guess we gotta try this again.

Dear Lord, I know that we've been here before It's been a long time, I hope that you don't slam the door

I try to walk away, but there's some shit I can't ignore.

I could be wrong, but seems like you don't even care no more.

Cause since our last talk, you ain't playing fan no more.

And when I pray, it kind of feel like you ain't there no more.

I still don't understand why niggas who deserve it dies living with the ones who ain't deserve it as they're here no more.

And no, I don't want no one else to die Instead of trading souls, I got something else in mind

There's a lot of moments that I wish that I could change.

I could fix a lot of pain if you help me out this time.

Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind.

Reset the clock and make it so some niggas never die.

Maybe fix all the mistakes of those that's still alive and give them all a second try.

Erase that Will Smith slap and turn them back around.

Wait till they get backstage so they can have it out.

Maybe make it so that Chris chose a different joke.

A different topic, something Jada won't be mad about.

Matter of fact, let's talk about the shit I'm sad about.

When Pop Smoke accidentally leaked that address out.

Lord, you know the street's crazy.

How you drive the ball?

When you know niggas keep a target on these rappers now And give us Kobe Bryant back, we a mess without him Take back the day he ever stepped inside that helicopter

Maybe take the car instead and forget the chopper.

Maybe take a different ride or get a different driver.

Can't believe you took this daughter and she left behind her It's kinda hard to see the positive and that's the problem

I know you don't make mistakes, but I was hoping you'd erase that bullshit so his family won't be left without him.

And I wish I could fly to Russia on a different mission and make him pay for putting Brittany Griner in the prison.

Or maybe you could bring her back to February 17th and you could take the CBD so she ain't flying with it.

Or maybe change that nine years and give it nine minutes.

Or better yet, change the laws so they can stop tripping.

I know that's a lot to wish, and it ain't my business.

But until you grant my wish, I ain't gonna stop wishing.

But Lord, listen, this shit irking me.

How you take PMB, that shit absurd to me.

So many questions about that shit and it's disturbing me.

That niggas can't eat waffles without security.

That niggas can't work hard and go buy some jewelry.

That one hurt to see And by the end of the song they gon' try to murder me And if they do I hope my fans take it personally

I know you hear me talking, Lord, don't be curving me.

Won't you take us back to Kylie Jenner's party?

Before them shots hit the floor.

Before the bullets ricochet and leave a dripping mark.

We don't know the truth or if we miss a form.

But either way, take it back and make Tori hop inside a different car.

Broke my heart when DMX died, I hit the call.

Feel like that nigga was an angel in a different form.

Might have had a drug problem like he did before, but he was fighting demons and I know that that's a different war.

You must got a major ego.

I ain't trying to disrespect and trying to play the hero.

But when you took takeoff, you took my favorite Migos.

Look, I don't know how that makes sense, cause it make zero.

And fuck a wrong place, wrong time, that ain't G, though.

Took that man right in his prime.

That's plain evil.

When Tony Lester died, I cried and played CeeLo.

Cause I can't even watch Friday without saying Debo.

You know this shit got me stressed, right?

Staring at the Bible, trying to figure out who's next, like.

Why you taking one so it deserves to see what death like?

Meanwhile, six not free living his best life.

Go back to the day that he took the stand and confessed, right?

Tape his mouth shut so he never talk to the fans like.

Make him do his time so his niggas gotta do less, right?

Make him learn from Bobby so he can know what respect like.

Lord forgive me for my language and these bad words.

But that Candace Owens bitch get on my last nerve.

How you gon' tell me that what we witnessed on TV was a murder when we watched niggas turn his ass into Casper?

George died from asphyxiation, and that's a factor.

Fettin' all or not, he done never died in his last words.

Well, I cannot breathe, so really, she gotta chill.

Or maybe they should trade places so she can see how it feel.

Little bitch got me stressed, God.

Probably not prepared for what I'm asking next, God.

Bring Ye Mama back, cause he a mess, God.

He ain't been the same ever since Donda West died.

Yeah, that's the day Kanye West died.

First his heart, then his mind, then the rest died.

And if your bank account is overkill, your soul could be broken still.

Even the rich spirit money can't buy.

I pray the heavens watch me.

Rest in peace, Biz Markie, you got peace.

Young Dolph, King Vaughn, Drake in your top three.

Black Rob, Trouble, Virgil, and Shaq G. Pat Stay, K Slay, and Fred the God, geesh.

Almost took Lil' TJ, but I'm happy he got lead.

Lord, you even took Black Panther, that's not G. And when Sidney Moose and Vala got shot, that shot me.

Begging for your guidance on this ghetto earth.

Frustrated, trying to understand how heaven works.

I'm just hoping you can pull a couple strings and redo a couple things so maybe we can get a second turn.

You took juice from us that forever hurts.

I'm putting the blame on you that it never worked.

I know this ain't your fault, it's the devil's work.