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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

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 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
Niggas know to get cake I need these streets
So I'ma stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday

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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'ma win the game hands down if yall the contenders
Cause yall far from the real thing see yall the pretenders
I know I ought to go to church and pay my tides
But I'd rather play 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 vicious killas that'll spare no life
They don't pray to Allah 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 evils the lack of money
So that's the reason why I stack my money
I'm tryin' to move from these streets and concentrate on this rapper money

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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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Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): BARRY REESE, DEVON GOLDER, LAMONT COLEMAN, SEAN LASSITER