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letra de i pray to god - stitches

[intro]
i can’t sleep at night, lately
the devil tryna f-ck with me
i pray to god (lord)
i’m tired of sellin’ dope (i’m tired of sellin’ dope)
i’m tired of sellin’ dope
i pray to god
i’m tired of sellin’ dope (i’m tired of sellin’ dope)
i’m tired of sellin’ dope

[chorus]
i pray to god, i’m tired of sellin’ dope
lil’ boys keep hatin’ on me, they mad ’cause they broke
you got a newcomer, keep it on the low
’cause you could die in these streets, that’s just how it goes
your own friend’ll set you up for a little paper
you fell in love with that b-tch, she was your biggest hater
the devil ’round me but i would never sell my soul
i’d rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

[verse 1]
tryna do right, i keep makin’ mistakes
hand on the bible, i’ll never be fake
how you buy yourself a new chain when your kids ain’t even got food on their plate?
i been betrayed so many times, to earn my trust it’ll take a while
you can hear the pain in my songs
you can see it even when i smile
crush up a pill and snort it
pour out the pint, my problems are gone, i’m flowin’
temporary fix, i got a permanent problem
tryna do good, i’m surrounded by drama
head so f-cked up, trust issues, some of them caused by my own father
reality kickin’ in, maybe i’m runnin’ away from my own d-mn karma
i don’t trust no man, i just trust my ak-47
they don’t understand, i been hated since age of 11
not that they’d be happy if they got the news that i’m in heaven
i bet when you see me in this rolls royce you think it’s a blessin’
i think it’s a curse, ’cause everything around me hurts
i pray to god it get better but this sh-t keep gettin’ worse
blood, sweat and tears (boom)
i’m gettin’ tired of this sh-t
pick a side, homie, go legit or should i sell these bricks?

[verse 2]
i was blackballed in this rap game
it was back to flippin’ that pack, man
i got dope boilin’ my blood
so you know i stay with that sack, mane
drug-dealer mentality, cut everybody off, that’s what it had to be
why you jealous of me?
if i eat, you gon’ eat
everyday a holiday, yeah, we gon’ feast
you did me wrong
this ain’t no entertainment, this my life, in a song
these lyrics gon’ f-ck you up the day that i’m gone
see, i’m different, i don’t f-ck with ya but i sill forgive ya
’cause lord knows i ain’t perfect
i’ma a sinner
keep on flippin’, ain’t no limit
hundred million, i’ma get it
stayin’ up every night, workin’ hard
these drugs got me sweatin’
who do you trust?
i don’t trust a soul
talkin’ to myself, doctor, i think i need some help
one-one-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
eight, nine, ten pills in my nose
i just made a album in a day, snorted an ounce of blow
tryna be a better man, change my ways, but i can’t
every time i try to change i’m being chased by the dope

[outro]
i pray to god (lord)
i’m tired of sellin’ dope (i’m tired of sellin’ dope)
(woah)
i pray to god
i’m tired of sellin’ dope (i’m tired of sellin’ dope)
(woah)

- stitches

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