"Holy Father" lyrics

Eoh, eoh, thirty-three (Thirty-three)

Oh, holy father, oh, eoh, eoh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh
Oh, holy father, oh, eoh, eoh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh

I don't pose with guns, do not pose with girls
Too many people, they done took from us
Mama swept the floor, she was doing her job
A couple months ago she breathed her last breath
I got me a [?], in case you wanna flex
Just know, I don't do it for the things like that
Sued you every day to make sure you're up next
All the hatin' bitches, we throw up, for now
Yeah, yeah
Still the same, doesn't matter, ain't for sale
Water on my neck, I'm doing well
Prayin' every day even though we go to hell, baby

And trust me, I'm sorry
All the things I did, holy
Father, can you redo me, ah?

Oh, holy father, oh, eoh, eoh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh
Oh, holy father, oh, eoh, eoh
Must be my bad karma, oh, oh-oh