Cassidy Lyrics

5. I Pray

Featuring Shiz Lansky from Larsiny

[Chorus:]
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some gwop and get off this crazy block
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some cake and get out this crazy place
To get away I got to pray that it'll
Be all good if I get out this crazy hood and I pray

[Verse 1:]
I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night 
I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ 
I'm on both of my knees I'm trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys 
I'm sorry father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze 
I be stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm supposed to receive 
I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed 
but I didn't yo I didn't know 'cause I was naive 
but now I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead 
I hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show 
and make enough money to but a brick of snow
I get to travel to places you never get to go 
so I got to move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo 
I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo 
niggaz know to get cake I need these streets 
so I'm a stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder than inner 
are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters 
is the harder the winter the harder the sinner 
lord I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember 
I know I ought to go to church and pay my tides 
but I'd rather pay the hand I'm dealt and wake my eyes 
and I drop to my knees and I pray my god that 
when you save my soul you save my squad 
'cause they some vicious killas that'll spare no life 
they don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ 
so don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up and clap you dummy 
which proves my theory the route to evil's the lack of money 
so that's the reason why I stack my money 
I'm trying to move from these streets and concentrate on this rapper money

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we all could 
get money it'll be all good 'cause we all street but we all deep 
I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that we all eat 
until we all fall then we get fed then get bread 
we hustlin' to try to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in the air 
I got love for them and everyday I pray that they stop strugglin' for real

[Chorus]

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