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Gilbere Forte lyrics : "Pray"

Your time of death, my cost to living
Michigan feeling ^!$$%, real white Jordan 6's
Went to school in the burbs, but don't make no difference

White boys on my team, go harder than ^!$$%s
We the best in the game but your coach ain't never listen
Unsigned like a mother$#&@er, now the labels fishing

Signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cause I ain't feel the dough
Got a cool meal, on black shepherds, I know you but I'm cool bro
All black, all black, all black, my ^!$$%, but you a known Christian

Your mama dressed you for church ^!$$% who you kidding
Dick in the booty $$# ^!$$%s, you must be %#@!
They say I'm the greatest in the world, but I'ma tryina live it

Party $$# got all the (*##$es, pg kind agot all the (*##$es
I'm a treal ^!$$%, in hell figure, my style leave you end up missing
Fashion killer, paris life, hobbing bob Sinclair

3000 electro lights
Walk hard, and my soul glow, 3000 electro nights
Got !@%!e lines in the bathroom, baddes (*##$es live the wild life

Saw (*##$es give the best head, standing up on my bed
Or drive a gold cart through the shopping mall
Staring up skirts no draws

Cruising in front of your (*##$, parking her whip
Talking?both of y'all need to get off of my dick, dick
A ^!$$% came too far, to live a lie

I die young to be still alive
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray


Hah, who is surviving America, on the top floor, hysteria
Looking down to my life, like how the $#&@ did I marry her?

Life's a (*##$ but she suck a good dick
Hands fatter than the bottom of a ?sitting low on 23 inch
Shush, belly of the beast but I ain't hungry though

Vegan life for you pop rose, I know?flow
Andre ?when I walk oh, ?sweater when I'm laying low
I'm on the back and neat blowing heylows

With ?by the case loads
One day I'ma ball like, jay dub and susu
On a private jet to el ritmo, instagraming my phone too

Wanna play by the?god damn, must be crazy
$#&@ing like I'm in the 80's, '87 I been that baby
Bombs, bombs, blown away, my swag done $#&@ed your girls away

I sound myself, put your clothes away, rock here the beat, that's a throwaway
Can't find the body, mother$#&@ing cold case, $#&@ everybody
Y'all no g, middle finger to them ^!$$%s dick ride to me


Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray


My daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessing
Summer time in 92, back seat, I was rolling benzes

?that's outside, I'm coming home, that grammy time
? 4 mile blood, I wheel that?
That I knew all life, you ^!$$%s gift?

^!$$%, you think this the death of a dynasty
This art of war, ? of me, I've been quite too long
Jay y ^!$$% pass that loud, smoking on that heaven

Can you see them clouds
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray.


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