Lyrics:
feel the summer
Winter come to fast
Its cold to pass fore your momma
I pray for Uncle soul
A nigga left him with holes
Either that or he told
I mean
All the rest man you gotta earn it
Rest In Peace Earl Simmons
God give me strength to survive these times
Close my eyes and pray but they playing with
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
is alive
Oh, I pray for you cause someday all loved ones die
Yes I pray that we're rejoined in the afterlife
Brother, brother, brother
Your baby boy
grams making sales
Surrounded by fakes that show love and then pray you fail
But yet I still prevailed now I'm back for retribution
Fuck excuses only
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even
She said, 'I've been up all night and half-scared to death
I can smell the liquor on your breath
I paid for your rehab with my IRA
Boy, your
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
shoot by myself, like a technical foul
City to city, got girls goin' wild
Better not reach for my chain when I jump in the crowd
Lambo' so low, gotta
umbrella but omo dem dey face the rain
Wetin we see for street mouth no fit say
Na by grace say the boy never go insane
When you no guide at all nobody look
of us
The worst disease in the world is hate
And the cure for hate is love
Oh love, oh love, oh love
Picture this:
There's a boy who was abused
West Coast
Grinding hard, in every way
Finally get to see some better days
I'm livin' life, getting paid
Pray this feeling never go away
Hope
Pray for my sins, I hope I find Heaven close to me
Try to be godly but these haters provokin me
Pull the shotty want them dead is what my heart say
My
This bitch from Guyana, layin' low with that hammer
Tryin' to fuck her on camera
I pray that my young nigga don't kill you on camera
You come too
the woes, and days slipping like that rapper Earl's covering lows, cover girls coveting the simple time we froze, in time idolizing moments she mumbling it's
the world stage
Be marginalised by other kids
I'm listening god say
Ready bringing my love to him
Go to the heaven with glory
Amen
I pray for god I want it
faith)
That's why I pray pray and await
It's your boy Earl K
would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for
love Jesus
But that talk was really fake
I'd
Be lustin for ya cousin if it wasn't for his Grace
Yeah he took me outta
Nothin and he made ya boy
arrived a tiny bird
And troubled not by war or peace
She sang for us a melody
I dared not move or look away
Lest my life, my foe would take
Yet in
and she prays in the morning
For distance from harm and low country boys
With their wealth of protection and mean battle-arms
Hands in black mud, as she
for you
Is he comforting distraction?
But there's a boy in the corner
And it is forbidden
You alone
Is this Earth, is this heaven?
The clock is
why broken hearts can heal
I need you, here by my side
If you're not in my world, boy
Ain't nothing right
You're a good man, and I'm a good woman too
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