Текст песни Twista f Todd Nitty - Pray For Me
Twista f Todd Nitty - Pray For Me слова песни
(Todd Nitty)Here`s the tale of a young black maleraised in these city streetsout here hustling to make ends meetIn a world thats so corruptthats ran by greedmoney and the powerfor me I`m a survivorI do what I have to and only God can judge me for thatSo before you cash your stones down on meI want you to take a look at yourself in the mirrorAnd ask somebody to pray for youCause that`s all I`m asking is to pray for me, understandI was born around gangstas, hustlers, and killersDrug dealers with math figures making hella scrillaIn the city of Chi the home of the G`sIf ya dont work ya dont eat that`s been the code of the streetsAs for me I was brought up at an early agelearned how to cook cane started to gang bangand its a damn shame I chose gamebut see I`ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blameand I`ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lightsand be wondering which nigga wanna take my lifeuntil then I`m staying two feet in front of you haters(chorus)I`m living the street lifeand I just cant get awayI dont know if I`ma gonna make it to another dayso everynight I prayoh I prayI`m living the street lifeand I just cant get awayI dont know if I`ma gonna make it to another dayso everynight I praywell I`m surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiendsmy whole world is being weighed up on a triple beamman I dont know whats in store for me godwill I reach 21why is life so damn hardsee thats the question thats askedand is there a heaven or hell can the young black liveor will he be chained in the cellI don`t know as for me I only trusted a fewI had to hustle to survive now what else could I dothey say theres chances for everybody thats bullshitthat little girl had no chance when that bullet hitI mean it blew to the skyand all you heard was a cryoh lord don`t let my baby die(chorus)Til the day that I die I`ll stay true to my neighborhoodfuck with my neighborhood nigga I wish you wouldAin`t shit changed like oh once saidAnd oh no fool my nigga Fred ain`t deadneither is Pook or Kansas Citytrue og`s still here with memy homie boo, boo what upand you know I cant forget about my nigga nigga Novesnakenightime boats and herbieShine and Cherelle would ya pray for meI rock genue death so dam senslessbig houses what the fucking radio been missingand theres one more nigga that be true to my heartMr. Motion you the reason while I`m breaking em offso ourI peed em to deadwhole reason was loveto that nigga twist for believing in meI got a shorty to feedmy priority is to make sure this shit dont have to struggle like meand if I could ask for one more wishI tell em I wanna hug ya cuz I`m missing ya since(chorus)so I`m asking to pray for memamma pray for medaddy pray for mebaby pray for meplease pray for mepray for mepray for mepray for me