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I Pray to God
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Ugh, I can't sleep at night lately The devil tryna f**k 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 (Woah) I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope (I'm tired of sellin' dope) I'm tired of sellin' dope (Woah) I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke You got a new come up, 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*t*h, 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 Tryna do right, I keep makin' mistakes Hand to the Bible, I never been 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, 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**ked up, trust issues, some of them caused by my own father Reality kickin' in, maybe I'm runnin' away from my own damn karma I don't trust no man, I just trust my AK-47 They don't understand, I been hated since age of 11 I bet 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? I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke You got a new come up, 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*t*h, 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 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 Every day 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**k you up the day that I'm gone See, I'm different, I don't f**k with ya, but I still forgive ya 'Cause Lord knows I ain't perfect I'm 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 I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke You got a new come up, 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*t*h, 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 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)
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