Stunna Gambino - Prayers lyrics

[Stunna Gambino - Prayers lyrics]

(Goddamn, 8ball)

I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same
We gon' keep spendin' blocks
Said they feel my pain
Went from catchin' body you gotta name
Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane
I was only fifteen when my mans died
Lately I've being sippin' medical
See my dog through a glass
With his hands tied
And I stay paid, he doing federal
Niggas die everyday this ain't no new shit
My mama pray she don't see
Me on no news clip
That's why I run round with
Extendos it's like Pogo sticks
Tricks let me score down got
No song feelin' ruthless

I'm still sippin' on this lean
Wool in my mind wall
Sometimes I'm tripping thinking where the
Fuck my mind go
Dropped out of school I wanna hit the corner
We was just kids lookin' for a comma
Come at the six fell in love with the money
Drop a gauge 541 it's on us
Ain't no stoppin'
I done shot so many tears, I'ma
Let it rain on 'em, rain on 'em
I gave my whole to the pen
Every verse, feelin' pain on 'em
Pain on 'em they want to see me in that
Chain gang, but I cane nigga, cane nigga
I need that big body Mac
Double R, lane switcher, lane switcher
Push it down to the mannequin for all
The time that I hadn't had shit
Nigga be broke bad they be
Panicking talking 'bout glizzy
You ain't blast shit
The streets shoot me in
Converted me savage man
Way before the deal I'm talking past tense
Told mama don't worry
Soon you won't have to worry 'bout shit
Shout out to them niggas that ever doubted
Now I'm drippin' sticky fountain
Too much water think I'm drownin'
Got about fifty in my closet
Told my bro I'm 'bout to
Take him to project
AP my fear that's my shit
Told my bro I'm 'bout to
Take him to project
AP my fear that's my shit

I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same
We gon' keep spendin' blocks
Said they feel my pain
Went from catchin' body you gotta name
Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane
I was only fifteen when my mans died
Lately I've being sippin' medical
See my dog through a glass
With his hands tied
And I stay paid, he doing federal
Niggas die everyday this ain't no new shit
My mama pray she don't see
Me on no news clip
That's why I run round with
Extendos it's like Pogo sticks
Tricks let me score down got
No song feelin' ruthless

I keep hearin' voices, now I can't sleep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same
We gon' keep spendin' blocks
Said they feel my pain
Went from catchin' body you gotta name
Went from sleepin' on couches to plane Jane
I was only fifteen when my mans died
Lately I've being sippin' medical
See my dog through a glass
With his hands tied
And I stay paid, he doing federal
Niggas die everyday this ain't no new shit
My mama pray she don't see
Me on no news clip
That's why I run round with
Extendos it's like Pogo sticks
Tricks let me score down got
No song feelin' ruthless

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