A1 Prayer
Six17 A1
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I got popped I thought I ain't have no prayers I was in front of a church God blessed me I used to pray the we would make it Skip home room I was at home Room smell like crack That was basic No food Fried bologna and cheese That was how we made it Eviction notice on the first Shit we had to face Pray for me My city different We in this shit It's season tickets for life Can't make it No walking no pipe So many niggas talking Rest out there is catching them stripes In broad day they let 'em fly And sometimes thru them nights it get crazy 730 on the dot We 730 on the daily That crime never stop The city niggas getting popped Over chains or change Right hand man want ya claim to fame This 10 year shit Last one ain't feel the same But charge it to the game Just a young'n filled with pain My father dead Sometimes I feel insane But it ain't just him I'm losing niggas to this game I could've been one But niggas ain't got no aim Swear god with me Me and bro cop 300 My cut a buck 50
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