Pray tha lord
Each and every day i pray the Lord my soul to take,haters gone hate, niggas out here dying everyday,its money at stake, everybody on this paper chase,im just trying to relate, out here grinding,doing what it takes, Never been closed minded, getting mine in every way, best place ,to find me ,on the block getting paided, or I’m in the shop , making Boulder ,of that yea, brain’s get blowed, when make butter hit the plate,the look on they face, make it almost worth it to catch a case, well I’m doing my dirt got wash my shirt,twice a day, for whatever it’s worth, I’ll be the one to to say I pray tha Lord.
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Life in the streets trying to choose right from wrong yet temptation is always holding on but at the end it's your on decision.