Correction Lyrics EAST POINT PRAYER by Lil Baby

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Money, mantra
Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah
You ain't shot sh*t, get your stats up
Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there, when it mattered
Had the chopstick with the ladder
Made it count, made it to Atlanta

Off of Camp Creek, with no plan C
I was here first, understand me?
You gotta stay alert, understand me?
If they catch me, they gon' blast me

Yeah, bounce out, chunkin' up the hood
Money in the bank, so I'm feelin' good
Pulled up on the gang, never Hollywood
Showin' em the way so they show a n***a love
But, these lil' n***as runnin' wild
Bought a .40 cal, out the Jordan Downs
Married to the streets, know she get around
I never wanna leave, I'm never out of bounds, yeah
Ain't no peacin' up if you body one of us
Body for a body, big body Benz truck
Bounce out boogie, play pu**y, get f**ked
When these n***as get tough
Since when these n***as want war with us?
Lick a gunshot, bloodshot corneas
I been out all night tryna make it out
Swear to God that the set was the safest route
And what they about?
Money, mantra
Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah
You ain't shot sh*t, get your stats up
Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there, when it mattered
Had the chopstick with the ladder
Made it count, made it to Atlanta

I took big risks, now I'm a big fish
A billion dollars at the top of my to-do list
Buy a villa in Saint-Barts, maybe a cruise ship, well, really a yacht
Just to say that I got it, product of my environment
Keep my cutter for the snakes, you know this sh*t can get slimy
Ain't have to make no call to gang'nem, they already beside me
Where the money at, that's more than likely where you can find me
I can't honor that, you know that sh*t was flawed when you tried it
This sh*t crazy, nobody wanna put in the work but wanna get paid though
I'ma keep on spendin' on lawyers until the case closed
I'm probably not comin', I'm not the one you should wait on
I want this sh*t bad, hope it don't take long
Everybody callin' with they problem, not to check on me
They say, "If it happened then it's meant to be," guess we'll see
I knew you was lyin' when you had told me you would never leave
I can't keep on goin' back and forth, I gotta let it be
Money, mansion
Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah
You ain't shot sh*t, get your stats up
Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there, when it mattered...

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