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cutthroat mode - rosary lyrics

[verse 1: mr. musik]
i envy your strength so much
i’ve seen you hurt but still kept the faith, how did you take so much?
come home from work
no matter how late and still made a plate for us
i’ve seen you pay get gambled away but still madе a way for us
heard you talking to god you never complainеd
you just said a prayer for us how can i be so ungrateful?
without you i’m unstable i swear that i’m thankful for you
just to see you smile is all i need from you
kept me going when i cried for air so now i breath through you

[hook: mr. musik]
i hold you close to me
you always did more than you need you wanted more for me
i can’t repay you for the love you always shown to me
you know i count on you like prayers on your rosary, on your rosary
i understand now that i’m older i was blind
the love was in the lessons and the blessings and our time
i know i can’t repay you for the love you always shown to me
you know i count on you like prayers on your rosary, on your rosary
(yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: rich rollin’]
all your prayers is why i’m here
i had the devil in my ear
i know he gone i feel him near
other than god said have no fear
momma told me that real young
momma also taught me a lil some
there was a point where i ain’t feel none
but my momma taught me how to feel love
forever in debt, forever respect
ma i can never forget pops was down you did your best
can choose to go but you never left
i had anger deep in my chest
stayed there patiently through the stress
you played a major piece in my step
stayed there gracefully through the rest

[verse 3: juice boi]
yeah, yeah
i can never repay for everything you’ve done for me
your love and your company is all i need to comfort me
momma forgive for all the nights i had to run the streets
i was trynna risk it all just so we lived comfortably
i remember you working two jobs trynna keep us fed
12 o’clock school night looked in my room wasn’t in my bed
i was out there hustlin’ with the thugs trynna make some bread
trynna help you pay the bills whatever to help relieve the stress
gave me your best and still i made you cry momma
(made you cry momma)
no lie that sh+t still eats me alive momma
(eats me alive momma)
dry your eyes momma better day are here now
this for all the pain and your tears now i love you

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