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pray to the Lord that we're alright
Waited so long to feel this light
And I don't wanna tell nobody
It's gone be okayyy
It's gone be okayyy

I pray

son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch

the realest is
My young nigga too official, he gone knock yo face low
Momma know her boy a soulja I be riding with Draco's
Yea I'm still a young nigga, But I

to feel different
If I'ont pull up on a nigga do that make me distant
I was raised by the lies of some real Christians
And I still pray to God moving

writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I

Golden boy
How many times I motherfucking told em boy
They keep stacking pressure I ain't folding boy
And I'm really doing dreams I sold em boy

now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't

to wake em up

I got myself up out the gutta and I made a promise I ain't never going back
Surrounded by a couple real niggas who was down to ride so we

Dropping all Opps cause I'm too petty
Tell Em wake up but I'm not Fetty

No pen no pad this shit with no effort
Thinking this shit sweet like he don't know

He said "bruh I tried to tell 'em
So much I could say"
Samson told me that my dreads is the source of my strength I said I'ma Nazareth for life

pray to God that this work gon' sell
That this work gon' sell
Even day ones out here getting jerked go tell
We shoot first oh well
Tryna make it out by

I'm on my way up
Pray for my haters to stay up
I use to dream of this life
Life, life, life, life, life
It's time to wake up
I'm on my way up
Pray

patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I

believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
And boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
I would give it all up, just to take one ride

(With you)

He said pull up, felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can

look at me now
I'm still a dream


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I'm tha dream nobody can't tell me I'm not
Because I was born with it
Not only that 
Lord blessed me with it

boy Soulja I thought I done Told ya
Big Drako don't keep it in my holster
Better cuff ya girl cause I won't hold Her
They thought my neck was plated But

Shake Ya Stick

Bizzy Bone

Speaking in Tongues

2005

was really a bitch
And I was raised by my papi, can you tell 'em they'll never win
And they get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free

Thugged Out

Young Buck

T.I.P. [Clean]

2005

take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no

get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
Hit a nigga dead in the mouth
Tell em imma need all his proceeds
Say my name tryna get some clout
Tell em pussy

em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine

Man I don't mind
I got

shit
I pray to God that they forgive me
Ain't too many solid ones that's rocking wit me
I be feeling like my potnas out to get me
I know these niggas

we make em feel it
Mama I pray I don't have to put it in they fitted
Because you told me don't never let em play wit me

Been hurting inside so tired

Money & Power

French Montana

Coke Boys 4

2014

(Coke boy baby)

Money and power, that's the only religion
Pray to god that we make it
Hit the streets and go get it, I want it all yeah
I want