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Pray

by Budda Smack

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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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