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the clouds blow by,|O give us clear blue skies,' she prays.|Down the road a few miles out of town|A farmer's on his knees.|His crops are dying in his

talk to
So I learned how  to write these songs
Got high by myself
Feeling like Young Armstrong
I don't cap or dick ride that's why me and people don't

a cloud that some busy lungs created
Peace of mind like lying down and sleeping by a nine
Keep in mind I keep a hustle like we keeping time
She devour me

keep chasing my soul
Where I go I don't know
I really do pray for my foes
Clip drop then re-load
Oh no no no no
I've been on this lone lone road
Baby

to the streets
I told my baby better be naked by the time I make it back to the sheets
I told my lawyer if I don't be the cases then I'm skipping states I had

Fans say they love but they don’t even know me
So I pray to God above me somehow He might hold me
Pay respects when I pass by (aitha) sanibonani
Young

pray, but god's not there
So Steve! I'm ending our affair!
And I faked it, every single time
Woo, now that felt fan-fricking-tastic
1, 2, take me home

can have taste
Well let em salavate
Lyrical canopies
While i mascarade
Around your matinees

Cos it's been a long time.
A long time coming
But I pray

High Definition

Rick Ross

Rich Forever

2012

Look at this stuff, this is history here, you-you're history
This is garbage, I can say I bled for garbage
So this is meaningless
No, at one time

wanna get it out the mud I know
Other niggas doing time free my young ins nigga
I'm a put it on the map I know I got it nigga
Got to pray for all them

blessing
Don't pray to rocks or to figures
I pray by the scripture
Cos with God
I ain't got do no guessing
Messing, Stepping
Live like resin
Like I was his

make sure your paddy man no  Starve oo
Say everybody go make am
Na only time  e dey take oo
Make you call my mommy
Tell am make she pray for me

Dope Dick

Rick Ross

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,

god not by the church
As my power is divine

They thought I was too young to rule the land
Just as they failed to understand
Born to rule
My time has

Street Life

Master P

Give It 2 'Em Raw

1998

killas and fiends,
From the Calliope To Magnol, to the, meant for me
Nigga, times done changed
I mean its crazy
Dear mama, won't you pray for your

can tell by my eyelids
I was born to the church life
Where we pray till the sun shines
Told momma watch her son rise
I'm gon pray to God
Like momma said

Could you drop it one time for me
Bring your body close right by me
Hop up on me lil bad bunny

Dancing by lonely
Cause my only
Doesn't know me yet

I know you suckas know 
Yea Our names been ringing bells 
I know they pissed off it's time to give um hell 
Know it's crunch time 
Yea i Smoke it by

world
Got married
And we ain't look back since
Just crazy
How time flies
Little kid I was baptized
Innocent young brown eyes
Looked after by the most high

Why You Hate the Game

Nas

Doctor's Advocate

2006

And pray the feds let Murder Inc. live

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosia]
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now I'm

young
In the end, I won't cry, I won't falter (I won't falter)
In the end, I won't run, I won't hide (I won't hide)
It's too late, I won't stand by

We drag our nuts my nigga 
We be walking around not giving a fuck
We groomed by stand up niggas that put niggas inna morgue
When we was young we played

Let my guard down, they slander my name
Protected by so many niggas with fye I know if I die they gone all go insane
Just wanna go back into time

are
You're my best friend

Since the beginning of time
All you did was bless men
Too young to understand but now you my best friend
How could they