Cassidy I Pray Letras:[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 gwap 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: Cassidy]
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 tryna stop coppin' coke by the keys
forgive me 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 song gettin' played, I hit the stage and spit a flow
I rip the show and make enough money to buy 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 cheese I need these streets, so I'm a stay
but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Shizlansky]
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/U3ta]For a life full of transgressions,
is heaven harder to enter?
Are the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters?
Is the harder the winter the harder the sinner?
Lord I puff so much kush the answers
hard to remember
I'ma win the, game hands down if y'all the contenders
cause see y'all far from the real thing,
see ya'll the pretenders
I know I ought to go to church and
pay my tithes, but I'd rather play
the hand I'm dealt and weigh my odds
but I drop to my knees and I pray
my God, that when you save my soul you save my squads'
'cause they some viscious killas that'll spare no life
they don't pray to Allah and they don't fear no Christ
so don't wear no ice, 'cause
they'll run up and clap you dummy
which proves my
theory, the root of evil's 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Cassidy]
Man it's Larsiny 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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