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stable - pray i go to heaven lyrics

[stable]
i can hear can the angels calling riding down lex n-gga top of the morning lord forgive me i was tryna to a make million on a corner block hotter than a h-ll sauna from the city where you make it or a dead goner …corridors crack smell aroma growing up same girl like willona for some red bottoms she a be a head doner system on they bullsh-t got us all caged up kept us out the circle in a box how we shaped up.. young boy ain’t go to school to be a scholar he chasing round the n-ggas with the product that sh-t be adding up old head tryna to preach and be a savior while i’m stunting on these n-ggas catching vapors like a notebook never knew all these lines a make the paper kiss my aunty on the cheek and sell a bag to da neighbor got d-mn…
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pray i go to heaven when my time comes
lord forgive me for all my siiins
praying there’s a heaven for a hustla
probably be grinding to the eeeend
[stable]
i’mma i’mma i’mma keep stacking till they take me see them tryna sleep side eying like mcgrady born in the 80s all my role models growing up shot a rock or moved the rock sh-t was crazy young street solder sneaker to the sole wit a ambition get this money till i’m old i been…. looking over my shoulder ducking from 12 thinking… got d-mn like my n-gga i’m only 12 contem…plating look at my life and how i came up feeling like a pitcher watch the change up man they say the never preceating till they see u in a box the same n-gga shared a room wit a crack baby on a cot…this is real sh-t manure how n-ggas maneuver some look up to malcolm…some look up to hoover d-mn i look around how this whole thang be and pray i leave standing when they come to take me
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pray i go to heaven when my time comes
lord forgive me for all my siiins

praying there’s a heaven for a hustla
probably be grinding to the eeeend
this side of life ain’t for the weak tho couple on the strip first week tho ain’t seen em in a week yo… i did some dirt still tryna clean the cleats left the streets alone but temptation tryna to make me cheat rap game… a bunch a fake n-ggas on the follow talking pounds they was running with knicks like affallo…we all gotta get a spot in heaven cu…z the h-ll we living in ain’t getting f-cking better

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