I Pray |
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I Pray Lyrics |
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 (feat. Shiz Lansky from Larsiny)[Chorus:] To get away I got to pray that I`ll Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets To get away I got to pray that I`ll Make some gwop and get off this crazy block To get away I got to pray that I`ll Make some cake and get out this crazy place To get away I got to pray that it`ll Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray [Verse 1:] I pray everyday for a better life but it`s never a night I ain`t trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ I`m on both of my knees I`m trying to stop coppin` cope by the keys I`m sorry father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressin` `cause the blessings I`m supposed to recieve I ain`t gettin` yo I`m supposed to succeed but I didn`t yo I didn`t know `cause I was naive but now I`m gettin` dough my son gettin` plead I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to travel to places you never get to go so I got to move from the block I`m a lot richer yo I`m a lot sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo niggaz know to get cake I need these streets so I`m a stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday [Chorus] [Verse 2:] For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember I knowI ought to go to church and pay my tides but I`d rather pay the hand I`m delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray my god that when you save my soul you save my squad `cause they some viscious killas that`ll spare no life they don`t pray to our lie and they don`t fear no christ so don`t where no ice `cause they`ll run up and clap you dummy which proves my thoery the route to evil`s the lack of money so that`s the reason why I stack my monet I`m tryin to move from these streets and consentrate on this rapper money [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could get money it`ll be all good `cause we all street but we all deep I`m tryin` to make more to make sure that we all eat until we all fall then we get fed then get bread we hustlin` to try to stop sufferin` yea I put my L in the air I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop strugglin` for real [Chorus] |
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