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My mouth finna fill up with gold
Soon as I'm able to charge for show
Shit in my city is different
A gang what I'm missing
The reason that I'm not

in like  stones into gold molded by the potters right hand and shinning bright as a diamond like only you can....
.. ewwww 
Verse 2: 
For tha record I

The Actual

All City

Metropolis Gold

1998

like I'm supposed to
'Til I'm boku, in the gold coupe, the city want to whole lou
You couldn't go through, platinum medallion with the opal
Swingin'

again
I'm lost again in the city night (lost in the city night)

This is too much to swallow
Pray my heart and mind will follow
The trick is not mind

n*****, who grew up off Chad and Premro
What's the use of getting gold, if all you do is sell your soul
Ride through city
Soul patrol, you light up I roll

behold
Living gems at his feet to lay down
I would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold
Will there be any stars in my crown?

Will there be any stars, any

attach parts
Good kid in the city but raised in the mad parts
My blood on the asphalt, my brudda was half out
I told 'em what happened he ready crash

I can picture me rocking rose gold 
All about the paper ain't no jokes told 
I pray I don't die young I hope I grow old 
Being broke is a no no Been

will you get me, if I don't get me
You know what I mean
Yeah, hahahaaha
Day by day
I pray for blessings to dey come my way
Every single day, I dey make

pray to GOD to keep me grounded
Yea keep me grounded
My gold be shinnin
My money pilin
I'm taking trips to these private islands
So yea we wildin
No time

that city Lord,
cnd I don't wanna stop.

King Jesus, won't you hear me when I pray
Oh, King Jesus, won't you hear me when I pray,
Well, I'm down here in

New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where

So tell the real ones pray for me, yeah
Devil on my heels, I bet he chasin’ me, yeah
Race against the clock, it ain’t too late for me, nah
This for

I'll Tell Me Ma

The Dubliners

The Best of the Dubliners: Irish Favorites

1967

handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, want you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves

100 Keys

Pusha T

Finally Famous [Deluxe Edition]

2011

floor by floor 
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door 
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga

I'm from a big city 
Tryna make a living

in my shape that is round
Not in my circle
Yeah...You know I'm only on my knees for the lord
Pray my loved ones dont get touched by sword
We just tryna

coulda took an L like CSA
When we hit the sheets let's pray
Tomorrow long as 3 essays
8 in the morning flight to London, we gotta be awake
I been big by

family, Rob Pelinka, Coach Vogel, the whole Laker organization and of course this incredible team
Yeah, you know we do it for the purple and gold (Woo!)
We

kill me
I can never give up on you that’s gone kill me
Pray to God we smile forever know the real me
Pray he heal me with some passion come and feel me

You better live like it's stole time
I know a couple kings without a gold crown
Don't you come here and waste time

Better days have been promised by

don't even matter
That shit'll get sold
Pulling this thotty her name I don't know
But she all on me cause I'm rocking gold
Yea
Yea
Run through my city

English
They told me that I changed but really I evolved
I'm from the city of savages they get you killed with no bullet involved
Surrounded by the killers,

with the with real since my granddaddy Buick
And keep a couple shooters in case a Nigga get in to it
And that’s Why I pray for my fam, keep my enemies

gold around my neck to be honest how it felt
I felt empty
What’s in my pocket can’t define what’s within me
I value life and all it’s blessings got