Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - Pray For Me

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I’m on my grind, I don’t have time

Pray for me mama,

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes pray for me mama

I’m on my grind, I don’t have time

Pray for me mama,

I came home without my nine

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes pray for me mama

This for my niggas on parole, we are trap,

One mistakes, he going back and he already know

The consequesces jumping fences with that work me and Ivy (birdman)

Yeah my nigga gone but I know he see me shinning

Mama praying for me, on her knees every night

She even pray for hater so I guess I’ll be alright

Me bleek on that four feet,take that ride everynight

Mama’s calling our phone but we won’t answer we be wrong

Daddy got me with rage that will make me kill a man

Mama got me with smarts fucking right the streets

got me with heart. you dont want us to slang dope so i guess we gon rob folks ill take your jacket too if my child don't gotta coat

You know what? We get them stacks and shows up

Pull up in a parking lot with our forty glock

and our hoods go up (thug life)

You know I represent the struggle

My independent women, I respect yall hustle (forreal)

I'm on my grind, I don't have time

Pray for me mama,

Pray for me mama,

It's kind of hard sometimes

Pray for me mama,

I'm on my grind, I dont have time

Pray for me mama,

I came home without my nine

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes

Pray for me mama,

All day stay running, we’ll be onver you and cross the people

Sometimes at night I just sit down, smoke blunt and talk the haters

Saw you so bless to have you mama, man I’m so for real

Thet maley chilling ain’t no picture don’t let time I see

But I’mma mad dog and I keep frando

When will gte hard I know she got me in her hand bro

And nothing mattres cuz this lil gold’s fade bro

And I understand man we make it but we let it bro

No hand to help you, remember your ma yo

You just put your trust in him, I bet he send you

He came through and wrip you of the hill

See that’s what that man do

My gran round chop me, don’t you take no hood and change

And no matter what you live I ain;t let that chain change you

And if somebody disrespect you knock his brain

Straight truth, dear Lord I love you

I came here for all my gran

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes pray for me mama

Pray for me mama,

I came here for all my gran

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes pray for me mama

Pray for me mama,

The way I see it enjoy roling then you getting rock

Come out of jail you won’t parose and you ain’t find a thang

My mind dueling some shit ffrom what I suppose to be

I told my teacher fuck it, like this I am suppose to live

Now I make more of my tiefe, how would tought

That’s the same ...she needs it, I just ball

They say what goes around comes around

So when I go around I keep it go around

Now laid it out with a hundred line

Ain’t be in circles, and so I’m crumbeling

My baby mama trippin’, she just say that you hate me

Fucking with drugs, be here like help that problem

Until I’m sobra again, until I get the choper

Somebody pray for me, soon be in a nightmare

Smashing all in, bitch don’t fuck around

I feel like got all my heart so wave no more feelings

I’m on my my gran, I don’t have time

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes pray for me mama

Pray for me mama,

I’m on my my gran, I don’t have time

Pray for me mama,

It’s kind of hard sometimes pray for me mama

Pray for me mama,

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