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lirik lagu i pray – marion write

[intro: marion write]
vegas world
i’m like the bob stupak of this generation
hit fam what up

[verse 1: marion write]
street seminars, parties with the caviar
cartel disciples the embodiment we ask him for
everyday i pray like my grandmother’s avatar
walkin’ every step until the land is ours
always had to prove somethin’
cashflow wasn’t easy had to really juggle
russell, westbrook with the triple double
28 grams, 10 bags, 15 duffles
3 years had to really hustle
moms wasn’t happy, f-ck it pops knew i had to make it
promised them once i picked the whistle up i’d change it
trenches in j-pan, hacksaw ridge
with the ghosts of my comrades we was asphalt kids
grimey, never took no for an answer
hoes wasn’t good for my body like cancer
b-tches had me livin’ out my means for advances
i was young, gold watches gold hammers
ain’t much changed, nor the hate in their blood
i’ll never follow orders from a millionaire’s son
had to tussle just to make it to school
smartest in the cl-ss, i played em as a fool just to triple my cool
as i triple in decade i’ve only brightened my jewels
and kept it real with myself, won’t see me flexin’ the truth
life’s all about wins f-ck the triflin’ news
when the answer ain’t too far from the reflection of you, i pray

[chorus: m wonder]
lord i know i took the long road
but i saw so much along the way
and when we party in the dark at night
the city lights shine as bright as day
and even thru everything i’ve done
i’m just hopin you still call me son oh i pray
everyday i pray

[verse 2: atrayo]
most of my favorite people the most hated
runnin down streets yellin’ with toast wavin’
from the ills that spill over, cup runneth
from henny pours at corridor tryna f-ck somethin’
tugging at my coat tail they jus wanted a piece
youngin run wtih the chicken fumble cause of the grease
now who the h-ll left the gate open
i left the state smokin’
gon pick up a plate
n-gga stash the bows in bags like i’m liftin some weight
n-gga down the stairway screwed face of an ape
then i’m out
quicker than i showed up
my n-gga beat time, got probation and we poured up
and right back to trappin’
freed up my sp-ce got back to rappin’
rapid fire with the heat got back to clappin
walk the moon jack the jackson
he the dude i say
superfly high mood n-gga k-mbaya
play the chords
like chuck play the boards
keep close to ya square
win wars not awards
sweat sin out the pores cause the get back comin’
but ain’t no sweat bout the sh-t you really did that run it
hit the knees like jummah
and stay low til the sun up
son young what become of when the moon come among us
collar hot like june in the summer
minus jewels and the hummer
you just wish a n-gga lumber
and lord i know

- marion write

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