Lyrics:
the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I
was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around
So real shit you ain't never had to struggle for much
I wouldn't say it like that, we just had
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
and pray)
All my boys wen dey press for the street dem dey grind and pray
(Dem dey grind and pray)
Omoh we dey grind and pray, we dey grind and pray
Oluwa
The youth is alive again
Ain't no backin out of this
The truth is to loud to miss
I promise I would die for this
I caught em by surprise again
They
Edumare shine your light
On the street boy
Everyday Me I hustle
Me I no sleep oh
I don know say
To make am for the street
No be by big muscle
That
emcees I body those
Turn nice girls to naughty hoes
Speaking to me boy watch you tone
This convo for folks that's grown
We don't rent round here we own
a soul you trust
Niggas fakin
They pray i fall off
Pray they
Die by disease
Bones achinn
I'm really gone catch him
And leave that boy faceless
Better be
to smell what white boy smoking
Then let's pray you saved a match
Look at where he drop that needle
Listen how he hook that latch
White boy show them what
His name was Earl
And you could tell by his girl
That he liked to hit women
I figured she'd leave him
Cause she had all the reasons
the woes, and days slipping like that rapper Earl's covering lows, cover girls coveting the simple time we froze, in time idolizing moments she mumbling it's
the real world
And as for the little girl, and cousin named James Earl
They had to make ends meet, startin from scratch be
While pops hold the cash, moms is
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
that way, forgive me boy
Universe forgive me, I done shattered my morals I am fucking this Asian That’s more racist than Denny’s I won’t pray for no
right by your side
Don't cry for me I'm right by your side
Fly high baby boy fly high
Fly high baby boy fly high
Don't cry for me I'm flying so high
Don't
pray for small kinshatilowo
Like I said before ijowo lama Lowo
Mama tell me say this life nah story
My boy you will not die before your glory
I go
stalling you
People fighting I see
Your doomsday calling
Well, I say hey boys and
Girls it’s time to pray for
All the world, time to pray
For all the people
the secret joys
That never were set free
In the barbed wire boys
And now one by one they're departing this earth
And it's clear to me now 'xactly what they're
We turned on My Name is Earl
Put dick in her mouth
Go real deep
She said, boy, you almost made me hurl
She said she wanna be with a rockstar
Rockstar
member for that envelope
I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores
We flip pies to franchising Dominoes
I speak for dope boys every track I'm on
Until
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wants to be accepted by the mass
Everybody wants to be raging fire
But their heat don't last
amen say
I pray for you o amen
And you pray for me
Pray 4 me amen
Pray 4 me now amen
Mix Moussa
Your favourite boy Tekno on the beat
to
Nobody knows what I have been through yeye
See pray for me
If you see my passing by
Pray for me
If I no Getty cash pay for me
Somebody pray for me yeye
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
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