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I Pray lyrics
(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
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[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
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[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
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