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lirik lagu nobody pray for me – boondawg

[hook]

n0body pray for me
now that i got it don’t need em no more
n0body pray for me
still the same person that i been before
mummy they hate on me
they put the blame on me
this sh*t ain‘t made for me
n0body pray for me

[verse 1]

since im ballin’ in the major league
almost everyone has changed on me
ask for sh*t, but what they gave to me?
trynna blame it on the fame, oh me
it’s whatever i can’t break homie
gotta get my ma’ that plain philippe
gotta get my ma’ that amg
givе ma mama everything she need

almost thеre so mama wait for me
all the other n*ggas wait for me
back up or you catch a fade with me
they ain’t ’bout the sh*t they say homie
all your little kiddies may believe
n*gga this ain’t kid ‘n’ play, we leave
n*ggas lying on they face i mean
sh*t is cold like we the maple leafs
i done carry too much weight
sendin’ shots and i ain’t worried ‘bout your fate
many n*ggas i done burried in a grave
trigger fingers like i’m perry talkin’ wayne
shouts go out to my attorney he the greatest

all ma kiddies better hurry, you is late
ahead of n*ggas they ain’t gettin’ what im sayin’
the precision n*gga, curry with the range
for the people, i don’t do it for the fame

g o a ‘n’ t (uh*huh)
i got the recipe (uh*huh)
these n*ggas wannabe (uh*huh)
dying of jealousy (uh*huh)
want me to cry and bleed (uh*huh)
u better wait and see
done givin’ them what they need
no more cute and sweet
it’s my time to eat
cause n0body pray for me

[hook]

n0body prayin’
they say i changed
they say i gotta get back to my ways
they say i’m fake, i’m not amazed
try anything to put dirt on my name

she say that boonie ain’t sh*t but he wanna be
he say i sold out my soul they controlling me
he heard that from so and so and he close to me
i say they jealous, they can’t get a hold of me

that’s how it’s supposed to be
that’s how it’s supposed to be, n*gga
that’s why i ain’t never been close to these n*ggas
that’s why i’m around who i chose to be
that’s why i don’t really talk and don’t pose with these n*ggas

chuck e. cheese*faced n*ggas
do what they told, lil briefcase n*ggas
how come you callin’ me fake n*gga
rats get the stab where we stay, n*gga

knock n*ggas out like stipe
i done trust too many, i don’t see straight
trade all ma friends for a louis*v case
then go and trade my soul for some free days
cut of my hair and sell ’em on ebay, huh
that’s how i reinvest
’cause how many n*ggas is real, less
this sh*t turned me to a realist

i have been trying, i’m done now
they took the joy and the fun out
only go out when the sun down
mummy they got to your son now

im ’bout to trip can you save me
they say i’m sick but they made me
they try to pick on your baby
they try to pick ‘til i’m crazy (yeah yeah)

[hook]

[outro]

- boondawg

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