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letra de pray 4 me - kasinova the don

[intro]
yeah
black 8
k
(hahaha)
prince
(yeah!)
and you gotta pray for me (hail mary)
i’m out here on these streets (hail mary)
on that 24/7 grind (hail mary)
ain’t no telling if imma make it home (hail mary)
(feel me?)

[verse 1]
throwing n-ggas who got it
20 bands in my pocket
bentley coup with no mallets
louis care for my wallet
been running for mayor that’s why these n-ggas in fear
i’ve been grinding for years, my dedications sincere
i put my hand on the bible, i couldn’t lie to the lord
but i lied to the judge, i had the drugs in the floor
interrogating for information, been going for weeks
throwing numbers at my homies, got them ready to speak
we some self-made n-ggas so why you f-cking with me?
this little n-gga got it locked, i got the calls to the streets
so mama; pray for your baby because i’m living in vain
you got alot of sleepless nights when you moving that ‘caine
they know a n-gga who ratted, so they caught him in traffic (buck buck buck)
bullet holes in the door, then they finish the casket
we know the devil will lie, so i reach for the sky
repent for my sins because i don’t wanna fry

[hook]
we in the streets like everyday
trynna make a way, move get out my way
before you pay, she on that pole, not letting go
she lose control, chasing dough, she wanting more
and lord knows
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
somebody pray for me!
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
somebody pray for us!

[verse 2]
i’m not a k!ller, don’t push me
in my pants there’s no p-ssy
deal with vets in the game
never f-ck with the rookies
training day on you b-tches
hit the switch like alonzo
all day on the streets
when i make l!cks in the bronco
time to lay on my lap like an african b-tch
but she never shoot movies, just extend those clips
watch my houses get raided, got no time for escaping
all my homies was faded, so we caught a vacation
went down in ’05, made it out in ’07
i was looking for gods, ’bout to pick up my blessings
i was playing with freedom, i shouldn’t carry a weapon
a two-time felon will have me fighting depression
baby mama be stressing, all my babies need fues
they ain’t giving no jobs, so i break every rule
on my way to the church, just to talk to the lord
would have been home sooner but i got hit at the bar

we in the streets like everyday
trynna make a way, move get out my way
before you pay, she on that pole, not letting go
she lose control, chasing dough, she wanting more
and lord knows
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
somebody pray for me!
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
somebody pray for us!

- kasinova the don

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