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letra de prayin' 4 my enemies - iamjustice

{hook} lord i’m praying’ for my enemies, cause i don’t know how long them boys can roam the streets. (4x)

{iamjustice} i dont trust n-ggas that talk a lot i gotta sick sense n-ggas rat to cops n-ggas ain’t getting money they try to plot n-gga wanted that drama we load up the chopper, ridding round with that zoe pound,well connected with 100 rounds, f-ck around and get f-cked around wit them rat n-ggas we don’t f-ck with clowns. semi to spray see my n-ggas don’t play bout that bread we go ape 30 rounds to that face, open brain surgery n-ggas got urgency stacking that currency p-ssies stay nervously moving so we shot him perfectly m.o.b said he deservedly got lit wit courtesy heart burst internally n-ggas provoking that relapse that ends with heat sparking . like f-ck that n-gga, ain’t no need to speak, full clip gone lift his feet, where i’m from we don’t even creep, all black them funeral colors, vampire of a different breed p-ssy n-gga don’t test that g, for ya’ll folks got rest in peace t’s. back in the of the 4 door lac, ridding with fiends trigger happy on the map, giving no f-cks how b-tch n-ggas act, false claiming n-ggas get matching head wraps. born and raised by the wolves, welcome to the jungle where n-ggas wish you would, dump on a n-gga body in the trunk for a few figures f-ck with og brains scattered by the trigger. juts give the

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{iamjustice} first off don’t get involved with a f-cking dog, i be that n-gga they let off the leash you playing frog, jumping out the side of ya neck boy you can meet the sawed, youngins been on that 187 og whats the call? ridding around with them goblins, them demons totting twin pistons, four-fif with extended, no f-cks to give you better duck b-tch, n-ggas ready to ride by any means f-ck an enemy n-ggas gone sleep if we talking beef n-gga 6 ft souls fly when they trigger breath a sigh of relief n-gga don’t plead yo life gone cease. i relapse in this b-tch got the mac in this b-tch send full clip to that b-tch boy dont play bout my chips i go ape bout some bricks, behave or get lit play no games bout a snitch. n-gga i was raised by them wolves walk out on the block pop 1 ours get ya card pulled, bout my fam, ima still ride, n-gga f-ck the bullsh-t straight homicide

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{mystery cipher} lord i’m praying for my enemies
they see on the come up what’s it gonna be?
they prayin’ on my downfall, that’s why i’m not around ya’ll
homie i don’t field (feel) ya billy buckner with a ground ball

swear to god i be prayin’ for them, i’m asking god like every night
k!ll’em off in they dreams, freddy kruger, scary sight
see me finally getting mine, that’s the reason they hating d-mn?
i’m getting old, but getting wiser got me feeling like peyton mann

that’s the reason they can relate i don’t talk sh-t i speak facts
he looking for love? homie i just seek stacks
never been a middle man, i lead us like a boss
lord i’m prayin’ 4 my enemies like jesus on the cross

{outro – mystery cipher} lord forgive them for they not know what they do

- iamjustice

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