- Fabolous I Pray 歌詞
- Fabolous
- I pray
Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, you see
They pray for my downfalls but Im up
They pray for my downfalls but Im up
They pray for my death but I wake up
They pray for my death but I wake up
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I better get mine, you aint gon get yours
Im from the ghetto, from the ghetto where they poor
Yeah, God forgive us
I know we dont pray as much as we should
We call in bad times dont stay in touch when we good
Less its your downfall
They dont pray for much in the hood
So when they ask 'Whats up?'
I dont say as much as I could
Cant tell niggas who never been up you leveling up
Thats like going to hell and tell the Devil, 'Whats up?'
Cant even bless your food round here, niggas hate that
You close your eyes and bow your head
And get your plate snatched
So I keep it with my faithfully
You demons stay away from me
Love dont cost a thing and yall still got hate for me
Sometimes the ones clapping for you aint happy for you
Thought they was rooting for you
Really shooting for you
Hoes aint loyal, niggas aint either
People lie religiously, we just aint believers
Pastor said let us pray for our enemies
Fuck that we let it spray for our enemies, brrrrah!
Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, you see
They pray for my downfallsbut Im up
They pray for my downfalls but Im up
They pray for my death but I wake up
They pray for my death but I wake up
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I better get mine, you aint gon get yours
Im from the ghetto, from the ghetto where they poor
Amen (amen)
Lord, amen (amen, Lord)
Ohh, amen (Lord)
(HA-HAAAEEH!) Amen
Uh, yeah (kill kill kill)
Lord I know I call in a time of need (sorry)
These niggas come around in a time of greed (always)
I got five children Im trying to feed (yeah)
They killing the follow Im dying to lead (woo!)
You aint wearing a vest its time to bleed (mmm)
Thirty second or less its time to leave (go)
You dealing with death its time to grieve (yes)
Cherish every breath just trying to breathe
I dont to the rappers I be round ball players (haha)
Too much fake jewelry and downfall prayers (ahh)
Yeah, everything is irrelevant (irrelevant)
You mistaking the elements with the elegance (why?)
Your emotion supersede your intelligence (okay)
Then they might just kill you for the hell of it (yep)
One thing about the Devil
He gon always pop up
Pitchfork with a shovel (amen)
Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, you see
They pray for my downfalls but Im up
They pray for my downfalls but Im up
They pray for my death but I wake up
They pray for my death but I wake up
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I better get mine, you aint gon get yours
Im from the ghetto, from the ghetto where they poor
Amen, Lord, amen
Ohh, amen, amen
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