Cassidy - I Pray (feat. Shizlansky) lyrics

To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some cheese and get
Out these crazy streets
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some gwop and get off this crazy block
To get away I got to pray that I'll
Make some cake and get out this crazy place
To get away I got to pray that it'll
Be all good if I get oout
This crazy hood and I pray

I pray everyday for a better life
But it's never a night I
Ain't trying to get my cheddar
Right make it better christ
I'm on both of my knees I"m
Trying to stop coppin' cope
By the keys I'm sorry father but I got to
Keep a toaster to squeeze I be
Stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm
Supposed to recieve I ain't gettin'
Yo I'm supposed to succeed
But I didn't yo I didn't
Know 'cause I was naive
But now I'm gettin' dough my
Son gettin' plead I
Hit the stage and spit a flow
I rip the show and
Make enough monet to but a
Brick of snowI get to
Travel to places you never get to
Go so I got to
Move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm
A lot sicker yo I make hit's
Quicker yo when I blaze
The haze and mix it with
The liquor yo niggas know
To get cake I need these
Streets so I'm a stay
But I pray that I could
Leave these streets everyday

For a life full of transgressions
Is heaven harder than inner
Are the roads to the pearly gates all for
Repenters is the harder the winter
The harder the sinner
Lord I blow so much kush the answers hard
To remember I knowI ought to
Go to church and pay
My tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm
Delt and wake my eyes and I drop to my
Knees and I pray my god that when
You save my soul you save
My squad 'cause they some
Viscious killas that'll spare no
Life they don't pray
To our lie and they don't fear no christ so
Don't where no ice 'cause
They'll run up and
Clap you dummy which proves my
Thoery the route to
Evil's the lack of money
So that's the reason
Why I stack my monet I'm tryin to move from
These streets and consentrate on
This rapper money

Man we supposed to be family
And we all hood if
We all could get money it'll
Be all good 'cause we all street but we all
Deep I'm tryin' to make
More to make sure that we all eat until
We all fall then we get fed then get bread we
Hustlin' to try to stop sufferin'
Yea I put my
L in the air I got love for them and
Everyday I pray that they
Stop strugglin' for real