Tayyib Ali - Dear Lord lyrics
[Tayyib Ali - Dear Lord lyrics]
Yeah, oh it’s the realest shit
Dear Lord, I want it
So you gotta tell me something
Growing up I was crazy
Same streets I lost my mother
And since we talk in public
I can’t tell you about my brother
But, I guess he thought them
Niggas couldn’t touch him
Yo, can I live without struggle
When we was fourteen
We stopped going to school
Rapping on days off, trapping on days off
One day I’ll make it to New York in time
But until then, I’m on my grind
Niggas dying and shit
Still got my old chucks on the wire and shit
Sometimes I cry for a bit
But then my homie told me it was life
Same night I got goals so I’m
Trying play the game right
I’m a star and I know it, soul in the dirt
But when I’m hurt, man I still don’t show it
Even though what mattered to me
It will never change actually
It will only make me a man
Yo it’s easy to do the same thing
With both your people’s in jail
And that’s the reason you ain’t have
To be in at 12
And all the things I’m doing now
I’m doing it well cause if I stay here
I’ll be dead or in jail for real!
Hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yo, if I keep my faith in God
I can shine when the time come
The grind got me nation wide like Verizon
I know some niggas put their
Future right behind them
Crystal right besides them
Never worry about the outcome
Now the jail cell is where
Some of them reside in i can’t do that shit
No pussy, no weed, no studio
I’m hella serious, I know I sound goofy
Though but this the story of my life
I grew up where some don’t make it
And the skinny niggas pack guns
Stick it in their arms
Nightmares on the floor
Woke up early in the morn
I'm feelin like it’s fourth and long
On the field, the disadvantages
Told my niggas
They don’t understand this shit
I inspire people, I'm try win a Grammy with
Crooked letter
Swear I'm on some David Banner shit
I just hope I see the day
That I understand this shit!
Hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Dear Lord, I want it
So you gotta tell me something
Growing up I was crazy
Same streets I lost my mother
And since we talk in public
I can’t tell you about my brother
But, I guess he thought them
Niggas couldn’t touch him
Yo, can I live without struggle
When we was fourteen
We stopped going to school
Rapping on days off, trapping on days off
One day I’ll make it to New York in time
But until then, I’m on my grind
Niggas dying and shit
Still got my old chucks on the wire and shit
Sometimes I cry for a bit
But then my homie told me it was life
Same night I got goals so I’m
Trying play the game right
I’m a star and I know it, soul in the dirt
But when I’m hurt, man I still don’t show it
Even though what mattered to me
It will never change actually
It will only make me a man
Yo it’s easy to do the same thing
With both your people’s in jail
And that’s the reason you ain’t have
To be in at 12
And all the things I’m doing now
I’m doing it well cause if I stay here
I’ll be dead or in jail for real!
Hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yo, if I keep my faith in God
I can shine when the time come
The grind got me nation wide like Verizon
I know some niggas put their
Future right behind them
Crystal right besides them
Never worry about the outcome
Now the jail cell is where
Some of them reside in i can’t do that shit
No pussy, no weed, no studio
I’m hella serious, I know I sound goofy
Though but this the story of my life
I grew up where some don’t make it
And the skinny niggas pack guns
Stick it in their arms
Nightmares on the floor
Woke up early in the morn
I'm feelin like it’s fourth and long
On the field, the disadvantages
Told my niggas
They don’t understand this shit
I inspire people, I'm try win a Grammy with
Crooked letter
Swear I'm on some David Banner shit
I just hope I see the day
That I understand this shit!
Hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time
Just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll
Make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)