| Everyday I pray
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| God keep me safe
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| We’ll see better days
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| Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
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| I told them people, «Nigga, fuck a job»
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| Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block
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| Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops
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| I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a fuckin' Don
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| I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb
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| Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
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| I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick 'em up
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| Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift 'em up
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| Ain’t no killer but keep killers around me
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| The big fish got sharks swimin' around me
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| The my life jacket, can’t let 'em drown me
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| Don’t forget that them projects is where they found me
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| I speak enlightened, but spent my life fightin'
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| More Malcom than king, cold-blooded, more winter than spring
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| Can’t be no victim of the venomous sting
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| From murder hornets in the human form
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| It’s bad enough we gotta escape these pigs in uniform
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| When did self-hatred become the norm'?
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| While I’m duckin', hidin', I run for shelter tryan dodge a storm
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| When the sun dries the rain, that’s when a star is born
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| And we shine the bightest
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| When we left each other up, that’s when we reach our highest
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| Platinum and gold chains like they was touched by Midas
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| Royalty at it’s finest, a little misguided but hope God guides us
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| Until then, it’s peace if peace never finds it
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| Everyday I pray
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| God keep me safe
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| We’ll see better days
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| Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
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| I told them people, «Nigga, fuck a job»
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| Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block
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| Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops
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| I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a fuckin' Don
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| I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb
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| Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
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| I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick 'em up
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| Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift 'em up
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| Uh, yeah
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| Pray, I’m not praying, pray a nigga don’t try me
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| These youngin’s around me play with triggers for hobby, uh
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| And they itchin' to get active
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| Sittin' on the corner all day twistin' up Backwoods
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| I tried to tell 'em, they thinkin' it’s backwards
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| That kind of thinkin' is really pushin' us backwards
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| But I’m preachin' the murderers, dope dealers
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| You know, the extra types with no feelings
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| That wanna ride around with no ceilings bumpin' no
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| Face full of tats, colorful dreads, all about drillin'
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| Young, wild and wreckless, diamonds on they necklace
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| Wake up in the morning, pop perc 30's for breakfast
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| It’s crazy how they life parallel to my reflection
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| Amazing how these two type of niggas come from my section
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| See answers to my questions through the youth that I step with
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| And as an OG, I just pray that they protect it
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| Everyday I pray
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| God keep me safe
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| We’ll see better days
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| Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
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| I told them people, «Nigga, fuck a job»
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| Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block
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| Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops
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| I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a fuckin' Don
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| I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb
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| Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
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| I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick 'em up
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| Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift 'em up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Prayer, artist - Stalley. Album song Speak No Blue, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп