I Pray (Explicit)
Cassidy"I Pray (Explicit)" is a song by Cassidy, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:27 long and contains 59 lines and 490 words.
Lyrics
0:11To get away I got to pray that I'll
0:25Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets
0:29To get away I got to pray that I'll
0:31Make some gwop and get off this crazy block
0:35To get away I got to pray that I'll
0:37Make some cake and get out this crazy place
0:41To get away I got to pray that it'll
0:43Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray
0:48I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night
0:51I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ
0:55I'm on both of my knees
0:56I'm trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys
0:59I'm sorry father but I
1:00Got to keep a toaster to squeeze
1:01I be stressin'
1:02'Cause the blessings I'm supposed to recieve
1:04I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed
1:07But I didn't yo I didn't know
1:08'Cause I was naive but now
1:10I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead
1:12I hit the stage and spit a flow
1:13I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snow
1:17I get to travel to places you never get to go
1:19So I got to move from the block
1:21I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo
1:24I make hits quicker yo
1:25When I blaze the haze and mix it
1:27With the liquor yo n***az know to get cake
1:29I need these streets
1:30So I'm a stay but I pray
1:37That I could leave these streets everyday
1:56For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder
1:59Than inner are the roads to the pearly gates
2:02All for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord
2:06I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember
2:14I knowI ought to go to church
2:16And pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand
2:18I'm delt and wake my eyes
2:20And I drop to my knees and I pray my god that
2:23When you save my soul you save my squad
2:26'Cause they some viscious killas that'll spare no life
2:29They don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ
2:32So don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up
2:34And clap you dummy which proves
2:36My thoery the route to evil's the lack of money
2:38So that's the reason why I stack my monet
2:40I'm tryin to move from these streets
2:42And consentrate on this rapper money
3:06Man we supposed to be family and we all hood
3:09If we all could get money
3:11It'll be all good
3:12'Cause we all street but we all deep
3:15I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that
3:17We all eat until
3:19We all fall then we get fed then get bread
3:22We hustlin' to try to stop sufferin'
3:53Yea I put my L in the air
4:15I got love for them and everyday
4:27I pray that they stop strugglin' for real
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 oout this crazy hood and I pray 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 recieve 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 monet 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 n***az know to get cake I need these streets So I'm a stay but I pray That I could leave these streets everyday 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 knowI ought to go to church And pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm delt 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 viscious 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 thoery the route to evil's the lack of money So that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from these streets And consentrate on this rapper money 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
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