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Paroles de la chanson Prayed For It par G.T.

(Another Mike D Exclusive)
(KP On The Beat)
That was my type of shit all day, man
Roll with me (Brandy, I got you, man)
Ride with me
Yeah (I ain't gon' lie, man, this shit get deep)
Ride with me (For real)
Come on (Brrt)

I wish I could talk to my pops when I got older (Nah, for real)
They say I'm just like you, I'm just a little colder (For real)
The pain I got built inside, I can move a boulder (For real)
I swear the day I lost Brandy, thought this shit was over (It was)

Gotta thank lil' B, he helped me get through that (Man)
Then lil' B got killed, I really need him back (I do)
That shit really cut me deep, I can't eat, can't sleep
Thoughts cloudier then a bitch, I can't even really think (I can't)
How you leave your right hand out here on his own? (For real)
Your nieces and your nephews all alone (For real)
They too young, I'ma explain this shit when they grown (Damn)
Until then, they gon' listen to this song

First, I prayed for this shit, then God gave it to me (Brrt)
I hustled every day, nigga, my grind gave it to me (Shh, shh)

Been hearin' 'bout this shit, but never saw you niggas do it (Never)
I graduated from the streets, a grade A student (Frrt, beep)

On any road (Any), any load (Come on), I'ma move (Ayy, ayy)
Before I got it all, before I ball, I had to lose it (Ayy, I had to lose)
Where your block? (Where your block?) Where you from? (Where you ) Where you move? (Where you )
Don't worry 'bout my bag (Ayy, ayy), I don't know what niggas do (Goddamn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'll pay anything to see my nigga Keith (Keith)
Ridin' down my street in his red Grand Prix (For real)
I skipped the sidewalk (Sidewalk), I went straight to the streets (I did)

Mama said, "Beat the street life," so I'm out here with the Gs (For real, I'll be on my )
Real Jerry sold me hooks, so did Black Pete (Ayy)
Ever since I can remember, we had 'bows for the cheap (For real)
Now this shit gettin' pricey (Yeah), six thousand for a P (Yeah, jump some)
Wanted me a million, now I want me a B (A bill')
Sixty racks clean on that Georgia Tech piece (For real, yeah, for real)
Left the B on 'em, if you touch her, you get stinged (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't been in Cali' in a minute, left the plug with the team (For real)
Spoke this shit to existence, now I'm livin' out my dreams (Come on)

First, I prayed for this shit (Ayy, ayy), then God gave it to me (Brrt, come on)

I hustled every day (Yeah), nigga, my grind gave it to me (Shh, shh, hustled)
Been hearin' 'bout this shit, but never saw you niggas do it (Yeah)
I graduated from the streets, a grade A student

Damn, this shit

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