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Correct Pray 4 Me Lyrics
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Correct Pray 4 Me
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[Chorus] Life is so crazy Shit don't come easy Gotta get it Can't be lazy (Gotta hustle) That's just the way they made me (That's how I'm built) That's how they made me (Yeah nigga) Pray for me (for me) Pray for me (baby) Pray for Pray for me (baby) [Verse 1] Used to catch the train to go to cop Uptop, all I wanted was that gold 745 ? ? boy While you was waking up for school, at 7:45 I was bagging up Trying to catch that early morning rush (It was slow, too) Crack tore the fam apart but It paid for my first apartment, yup Used to have to play the back then Now I’m frontin'; on some Rosa Parks shit Flashy nigga, Rucker Park shit ?Talk shit?... Diamonds flashing in the dark shit I'm a marksman Just a guppy in the shark tank Bitches love me, send me heart face While I, do a, hunnid, on the, park way [?] They don't want no funk They don't want no Parliament They don't want no part of this They just wanted to play the ?armpit? They was fatherless, it's no bother, kid Ain't no harm in it I’m trying to scratch some horror off my karma list Well if it don't, you just know I'm sorry then Just know how I see it I'ma call it pimp (That's all nigga) Just know how I see it I'ma call it pimp Fuck the corny shit The Rollie 40 cent Plus all the homies that you saw me with, they all with the shits Do you greasy dog like some fish n' chips We not the same cloth, this a different knit [Chorus] [Verse 2] Where I'm from you get your shit knocked off Drop Porsche, get your top off'd Pop a 44 like some popcorn In the hood we poppin offa cop cars Put in work but I ain't punched a time card Shit was live, we survived wars Worse than the Lords vs. The Tomahawks I put trademarks around your eyeballs Niggas ain't street, try the sidewalk New Glock, filled it up with hollow points Your body found rottin out in Baltimore Scotch over juice Rocks sold loose Pops told the truth Knock a hoes boots, now enjoy the fruit I'm ?bipolar? too ?High roller but I don't own a suit? I'm just grindin' for my loot I'm just trying not to blow my cool Watchu mad for? Watchu Macklemore? Shop in thrift stores? Whatchu bitchin for? Whatchu wishin for is my downfall How I'm living, shit is pissin niggas off I should put you on instead of push along Put you on songs, Play the hood more You should pray for me like a good boy (Pray for me) Pray for me like a good boy (Pray for me) Post toys all Polaroids Of course we dopeboy posterboys The life that we chose Nights that we froze White that we sold This is all real no lies being told I'ma stay fly and knock me a ho [Chorus]
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