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ghostface600 - pray to the east lyrics

[intro]
(kazza)
600

[chorus]
i’m on the same sh+t
nine out of ten, i got my blee (grrr)
’cause i ain’t slippin’
rather do a twenty+three (yeah)
i’ve lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (yeah)
i’ve lost my trust in allah, so i don’t pray to the east (yeah)
how many days, yeah, how many days? (how many days?)
h+ll raised, so we can never be the same
i swear down to my faith
middle fingers to the jakes
gettin’ by every day
and they just slap us in a cage, yeah

[verse 1]
i had nothin’ from the start, yeah
i lost my brother, where you now?
but i paint no love (yeah)
oh lord, no love, no love (brrr)
yeah, lookin’ at these pics
and i’m beefin’ n+ggas from froze (yeah)
now i’m tryna k!ll him, i swear he used to be bro (yeah)
i guess it is what it is
guess that n+gga’s gotta go (gotta go)
how they dissin’ me? i put these n+ggas on the stove (how?)
just a rapper with some melodies and flow
put me in your song and i’ll be comin’ at your throat (yeah)
i’ll have hittas at your home, green light, that’s a go (brrr)
money on your dome, i’ll pay for these souls (pay for these souls)
who am i? who am i? who am i? (who am i?)
if i stand by, yeah
i can’t stand by, yeah (i can’t stand by)
you get your hands tied (brrr)
[chorus]
i’m on the same sh+t
nine out of ten, i got my blee (grrr)
’cause i ain’t slippin’
rather do a twenty+three (yeah)
i’ve lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (yeah)
i’ve lost my trust in allah, so i don’t pray to the east (yeah)
how many days, yeah, how many days? (how many days?)
h+ll raised, so we can never be the same
i swear down to my faith
middle fingers to the jakes
gettin’ by every day
and they just slap us in a cage, yeah

[interlude]
they’re just hatin’, they’re hatin’ ’cause i done it
they’re hatin’ cah i come back
and, just, they can’t do it, like, d’you know’m sayin’?

[verse 2]
i’m tryna vibes
baddie with me, smokin’ my cali’ (yeah)
ride with this mask
my n+gga, yeah, that’s the bally (yeah)
more than my mother see
i’m close with this rammy
yeah, ’cause i got clothes for the alley
talkin’ fiends, yeah, talkin’ fiends, yeah (talkin’ fiends)
life ain’t sweet (life ain’t sweet)
imagine rollin’ with a knife in your jeans (uh)
’cause n+ggas want your life on these streets, yeah (yeah)
why these n+ggas want more? yeah (n+ggas want more)
why these n+ggas want more?
600, yeah, i be down for the cause (yeah)
i got bine for a b+tch in this war (grrr)
[chorus]
i’m on the same sh+t
nine out of ten, i got my blee (grrr)
’cause i ain’t slippin’
rather do a twenty+three (yeah)
i’ve lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (yeah)
i’ve lost my trust in allah, so i don’t pray to the east (yeah)
how many days, yeah, how many days? (how many days?)
h+ll raised, so we can never be the same
i swear down to my faith
middle fingers to the jakes
gettin’ by every day
and they just slap us in a cage, yeah

- ghostface600 lyrics

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