Lyrics It's In Your Hands - Trouble , Mike WiLL Made-It

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