Pray

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Momma prayin for her baby
Juggin trappin nigga shit is crazy
Daddy worried about me but I'm Gucci
Certified hustler but the streets made me
Rags to riches nigga

I was only fourteen when I seen my half a thang
I was only fourteen when I had my first child
Livin grown nigga was totin the chrome
Nigga was out on his own
Had to go and get it any means necessary
Walkin throught the cemetary
Pourin out a lil liquor for all my dead niggas
Hoping the Hen don't get me geeker
Got a lot of shit on my mind
While I blaze this reefer
Got a lot of shit on the line
I'm tryin to find it cheaper
Got into some lil beef
Had niggas runnin like a chettah
Ya that thirty thirty leave dirty best to believe it
Gotta get me gotta stack them hundreds and fiftys
Got my momma prayin for me
Got me walkin around with this heat
Nigga knock a nigga off his feet
Pussy nigga just thought he was sweet
Rockin all these diamonds on my neck 
Got bad bitches all on me
Got these niggas hatin me
Cause I'm always stayin sucka free
Icey ricey baby yes I'm livin life like its supposed to be

Momma prayin for her baby
Juggin trappin nigga shit is crazy
Daddy worried about me but I'm Gucci
Certified hustler but the streets made me
Rags to riches nigga

Momma prayin for her baby
Juggin trappin nigga shit is crazy
Daddy worried about me but I'm Gucci
Certified hustler but the streets made me
Rags to riches nigga

Its a lot of jealousy that I see in the streets
If a nigga play with me he gonna meet my damn heat
Lettin you know my momma ain't raise no hoe
Standin up over the stove
Got all these babies that just gotta go
Got all these bitches that just gotta go
Put on Divocca for all of my hoes
Switchin up cars like I do my clothes
Rest in peace to all of my folks
Even my uncle he dead and he gone
Cancer all in his head and his body
Please just please just leave me alone
Sip on the four
Pour up a eight 
Now a nigga ran out of drank
Been in the corner and seenin them hate
Lil bitty bitch 
Tell a lil lie
Before I kill him
I look him in his eye
Got my young niggas takin niggas up top
Prayin for everyday nigga I win
Prayin for everyday nigga I sin
Now a nigga got a check
Now a nigga gonna flex
Rags to riches nigga

Momma prayin for her baby
Juggin trappin nigga shit is crazy
Daddy worried about me but I'm Gucci
Certified hustler but the streets made me
Rags to riches nigga

Momma prayin for her baby
Juggin trappin nigga shit is crazy
Daddy worried about me but I'm Gucci
Certified hustler but the streets made me
Rags to riches nigga

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Written by: Budda Smack

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