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    "Pray For Me" Lyrics


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    (feat. Todd Nitty)

    [Todd Nitty]
    Here's the tale of a young black male
    raised in these city streets
    out here hustling to make ends meet
    In a world thats so corrupt
    thats ran by greed
    money and the power
    for me I'm a survivor
    I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
    So before you cash your stones down on me
    I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror
    And ask somebody to pray for you
    Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand

    I was born around gangstas, hustlers, and killers
    Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla
    In the city of Chi the home of the G's
    If ya dont work ya dont eat that's been the code of the streets
    As for me I was brought up at an early age
    learned how to cook cane started to gang bang
    and its a damn shame I chose game
    but see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame
    and I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights
    and be wondering which nigga wanna take my life
    until then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters

    I'm living the street life
    and I just cant get away
    I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
    so everynight I pray
    oh I pray
    I'm living the street life
    and I just cant get away
    I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
    so everynight I pray

    well I'm surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends
    my whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam
    man I dont know whats in store for me god
    will I reach 21
    why is life so damn hard
    see thats the question thats asked
    and is there a heaven or hell can the young black live
    or will he be chained in the cell
    I don't know as for me I only trusted a few
    I had to hustle to survive now what else could I do
    they say theres chances for everybody thats bullshit
    that little girl had no chance when that bullet hit
    I mean it blew to the sky
    and all you heard was a cry
    oh lord don't let my baby die


    Til the day that I die I'll stay true to my neighborhood
    fuck with my neighborhood nigga I wish you would
    Ain't shit changed like oh once said
    And oh no fool my nigga Fred ain't dead
    neither is Pook or Kansas City
    true og's still here with me
    my homie boo, boo what up
    and you know I cant forget about my nigga nigga Novesnake
    nightime boats and herbie
    Shine and Cherelle would ya pray for me
    I rock genue death so dam sensless
    big houses what the fucking radio been missing
    and theres one more nigga that be true to my heart
    Mr. Motion you the reason while I'm breaking em off
    so our
    I peed em to dead
    whole reason was love
    to that nigga twist for believing in me
    I got a shorty to feed
    my priority is to make sure this shit dont have to struggle like me
    and if I could ask for one more wish
    I tell em I wanna hug ya cuz I'm missing ya since


    so I'm asking to pray for me
    mamma pray for me
    daddy pray for me
    baby pray for me
    please pray for me
    pray for me
    pray for me
    pray for me
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Caitlin for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Frederick Taylor, High Beam, Todd Nitty.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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