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Soulja Slim, Master P, Trenitty / Pray For Your Baby
Soulja Slim
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When ain't nothin else happenin
And ain't no mo' money
The only nigga gon' be here for me
Is the nigga that made me
My momma
I thank the Lord I got my mind right
My lifestyle was drastic
Trying to avoid the casket
Don't want my son to be a bastard
Y'all wouldn't know
But I seen that a couple of times
The Lord talked to me
Told me put the foolishness behind
It's not worth dyin
Tryin to represent where you come from
By makin beef
Because you feel like you that big chief
I was the same way
But today I'm on a higher level
I'm on a paper chase
And runnin behind it like a rebel
I want it all
So me and my momma can ball
The only one that pulls me up in my downfall
In my fall
Been a penitentiary, 10 wasted years
My momma wasted tears
As she brought me up by herself
Without no help
Used to catch whippings with a leather belt
But that ain't stop nothin
I was a soldier, always into self
Elementary school I'm cussin
Getting caught go to the B-roll
Momma come sign me out
I don't like these police-people
Now here's my consignment
Y'all just come buy me out
Sent to lockup
I shoulda put the Glock up
And the 2 quarters I rocked up
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
I remember indo sticks and concrete bricks
Dope fiends fixed deathrow cliques
That pops them shits
Takin hits
I done ate more grits
Than a homeless man, hungry man
I done watched my mom's twerk her body for a ceiling fan
Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child
But as I grew I got to know him so I dug his style
Livin foul
The law was get it how you live
Friend or foe never forgive
Crackin niggas ribs
By any means, lets get the cake support your fam
Don't give a damn
Robbin neighbors for some ham
Even spam was a good dish
See we was poor when we was sick
Mom's made us well with a kiss
I'm to her much respect is due
So I spits my yack
Cracks my back
Makin sure she gets the lac
So well deserved
Pervin in some shit I bought her
That's what she taught us
Remember that blood is thicker than water
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
Momma I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
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