Lyrics:
smoking wedding cake and this shit pack a punch (Gas)
Still pray for better days while eating Captain Crunch
I put my city on put my city on
And I ain't
I be flying thru the city with my mind on a Millie
With my mind on a Millie
Pray the lord they don't get me
Pray the lord they don't get me
That's
Thanking the people that did me right
Giving me faith in this fight of life
Now I judge people by look in eyes
The city up when the sun dies, it's cold
City
I'm still alive I lay my life down for my city
And I know when I die I cannot take nothing with me
But I pray to the Most High
Lord please save my city
block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still pray
But on our block
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
up remembering
Time goes by I pray I settled my differences
We alive
Made it from public housing them tenements
Realize change
Them same blocks they be
to you, pray to you when I'm lost
And when the ashes fall
You turn it all to gold
What did you see in me
That no one else saw
What did you see in me
That
through the city
I know the few who by my side when situations get sticky
I carry my weight I never needed no caddy
You think you won check the standings
I feel it
Soul music
Sometimes I just sit and pray
Said I don't know why do I live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said
from the city of the faithless)
I try pray but can't shake this (Shake this)
On this side keep that nice guy shit for your late night shift
Cos, right
on the search for gold
and I pray to God it play out
and I ain't got no home to call hate now
I said, Grandma, can you pray for me
I ain't been home in some days
I'm from the city of greats (yeah)
We shooters that trap everyday
Look, you don't know nothing 'bout me, if you wanna learn homie
Please check where
never be the same
I'ma find a way to be okay
I'ma pray I pray I pray I pray
Take it day by day by day by day
Fuck it, I'll never be the same
I'ma
of gold
Find her in your city
Looking all so pretty
She can hook you up with that Jheri curl
Leave you wet messy and drippy
She's a season professional
gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
thousands
I was like where's Ms. Bowser
Keep DC Alive still in me
But it's all white washed like Fenty
And you know they runnin' the city out
So we just run
King of my city yeah
King of my city ugh
King of my city yeah
King of my city ugh
King of my city yeah
King of my city ugh
King of my city yeah
King
on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
on the promenade
And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Well, now everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
balling harder best just get out of the way
She got no clothes got on
Got on her knees but she ain't wanting to pray
But she ain't wanting to pray
Pray for
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Hear the train leavin'
It ain't coming back no more
See the buildings rising
All that glitters ain't no gold
Cause the city don't feel like home no
Yeah
Yuh
Remember I was struggling to keep the faith on me
Askin everyone I know to pray for me
Take it day by day I'm tryna make it out
Some people
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