Issue No 142 Pray For Me Mama Lyrics

I'm on my grin I don't have time, pray for me mama
Pray for me mama
It's kind of hard sometimes, pray for me mama

Loving my life, still on street, that mean I got on the beat
Blurred in on blurred out, i ball hard every toy
Combine the falla with a pussy
Every day I got it
Ain't the one how fall with it, cross it down, middle shut you
Roof man, dug man, nigga ask bout he key
Rest bills, go to shopping
What in the house right be
Had meal on that day they cause me to kill
That don't be the truck, beating on, coming on be
Up for all, getting bullet and I go
Let's spoke my cook ain't right
Right hands gonna get some bitch
But you click it up profits, I ain't hit the crumble bugg it off
Got it
Try to get up with that hey being halo
Streets nigga today will be the same tomorrow
Nigga try to duplicate, we creating the convicts
No sings on the dug nigga cuz know I rocking on
Will be no go

I'm on my grin I don't have time, pray for me mama
Pray for me mama
It's kind of hard sometimes, pray for me mama
Man I do this for my hustle
I'm on my grin I don't have time, pray for me mama
Pray for me mama
It's kind of hard sometimes, pray for me mama
Man I do this for my hustle