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Chasing these dreams
Just like the world on my shoulders 
And every step strengthening me
Pray for the peace
But I'm gone rage on the set 
Of whatever

change shit
You're a fucking waste
With a bootleg mixtape
Tryna beat Drake
J. Cole, Kendrick
All my enemies
Put the pressure that I'm feeling killing me

type y'all some
Bitches
Man i'll put a pack on his head
Someone get they kids for they go
Missing yeah yeah
I'm on fuck nigga shit
I got bitches on me

really think heaven's a front
Nadia died in Dubai
I waited on a spirit to come by for like seventeen months
That shit didn't visit me once, damn
She

People been changing so I’m gripping the tool
Every night, Every day
I say my grace, I gotta pray
Pray for the real, Pray for my sake
Pray for the ones who

Cash money rules everything round me so I got to get it
Express myself and I pray that they hear it
I like the look of the soda, when I pour the four in

the bar so high next nigga got to pole vault
And imma just pray for you I hope you do the same for me
I get on my knees for you when that karma comes it’s

Told me
Boy yo ass was
Gone be something
Just stay down
And pray
Work hard everyday
Them niggas
Want handouts
But we is nothing like em
We get to it
Just

Ride wit Drakes ion like no switch
AR 5.7 ion like no kick
I keep that semi right by my hip
I up you clipped why would I miss
She see my car she see

and walk right out the door
Ask God for forgiveness for them times before
And now I'm rocking Christian I'm talking Dior
Don't want no hellcat I want me

the rest during my Grammy speech
Said I pray we never die

Pray that everything we pray for to come alive
Pray to wipe your tears with dollar bills from

do'
Pray to every God my mama never know
I remember the day she
Found out like yesterday
I told her I'm hustlin for a better way
You ain't never gone

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up

It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,

Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for

I'm in love with the struggle inspired by pain
And i pray the father sends peace to my brain
I been living this life trying to be
Something i thought

Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me
Thou prepareth the table

to 
Nobody knows what I have been through yeye 
See pray for me 
If you see my passing by
Pray for me 
If I no Getty cash pay for me 
Somebody pray for me yeye

Paper Route

B.o.B

Underground Luxury [Clean]

2013

me in public
Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing
This ain't that bubble gum s***, no, this ain't that double mint
Consider

Like drake got me deep in my feelings and that
Put all my feelings in that
Build up my tolerance feeling like a messiah and that
Everybody who done

trust no Judas
Watch your back and movements
Demons pray on the death of humans
Walk through smoke
All u see is me not no holy ghost
By myself blacked out

I pray theres hope for a nigga like me
I pray theres hope for a nigga like me
And I just hope that the world can see 
And vibe with me
And vibe with

spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed
With the greats and my name's with

somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?

Towers
The cowards shot me in the ass
Directly in the trousers

I'm in Tilted Towers and like Austin Powers
I bang everyone for hours
Golden bullet showers