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Lyrify.me

Faithful by MainCiaga Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Intro]
(East Goons, run it up!)

[Verse 1]
Was in the cell, talk to my dukes, it was a one on one
Didn’t finish school, I wasn’t Zoey, gooning was my fun
Tryna tell my dogs trust in God, not trust in a gun
Feds knew my name in the cell, no wings but we was hot ones
We had no money for a lawyer, just called Legal-Aid
The reason why I’m still alive, get on my knees and prayed
That dirty money can’t get clean, can’t put no Cascade
Use to play East View, bench tired, need Gatorade

[Hook]
Hope you listen
I put my trust in Jesus, I believe that he risen
Not worried 'bout thе fame I don’t need recognition
Trying to leavе my past behind like Bobby Brown, New Edition

[Verse 2]
Saved by the Lord, wasn’t saved by a bell
Rap about my life, my testimony gotta tell
Most the people I grew up with, thinking now they gotta sell
Life short, why do bad then you die and go to hell? (For real)
Behind the cage, I was thinking 'bout the worst
Fighting with these demons, thinking deep like am I cursed?
At the time, wish it was Uno, need a card to just reverse
Think about my past, I ain’t gone lie, the worse deserved
Satisfied my flesh thinking that’s gone boast my dopamine
Couldn’t touch my base, feds was waiting, couldn’t hygiene
When you're young losing your friends, not fun when you still in your teens
The devil got this world messed up, it ain’t what it just seems
Away from the devil, mind in circles like Tasmanian
We used to just steal just for a dollar, ain’t no Damian
Coming from darkness now to light, Lord made me radiant
Thank God we touched down back in the day, ain’t talking Patriot
[Hook]
Hope you listen
I put my trust in Jesus, I believe that he risen
Not worried 'bout the fame I don’t need recognition
Trying to leave my past behind like Bobby Brown, New Edition

[Verse 3]
Raps in my diary, the time they see change, call you a wimpy kid
Remember playing soccer with my dad, wan' be on Real Madrid
Behaviour schools they put me, said I’m crazy, psycho like I’m Sid
Mom said I had no heart, think I’m a hitman like I’m Tyson Kidd
Yamz told me watch my circle, money come they might switch
How we go from dodging bullets, still remember ding dong ditch
Man I guess things change, yo, it is what it is
You don’t understand the pain, hearing bro tell how he feel
Sometimes I be really thinking when I’m chilling in the crib
What if we was in the car when they shooting up the whip?
What if bro was still here and I didn’t have to say no R.I.P?
What if I controlled my anger, would a nigga still be here?
Trying to let my sins go, God was just there he brought a angel
Cause if He wasn’t there, I don’t know if I’ll have a halo
If I’m here, the end times, you gotta kill me staying faithful
Best believe I’m staying faithful
I'm staying faithful, I'm staying faithful