STABLE - Pray I Go To Heaven lyrics

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STABLE - Pray I Go To Heaven lyrics

[STABLE] I can hear can the angels calling riding down lex n***a top of the morning lord forgive me I was tryna to a make million on a corner block hotter than a hell sauna from the city where you make it or a dead goner ...corridors crack smell aroma growing up same girl like Willona for some red bottoms she A be a head doner system on they bullsh** got us all caged up Kept us out the circle in a box how we shaped up.. young boy ain't go to school to be a scholar he chasing round the n***as with the product that sh** be adding up old head tryna to preach and be a savior while I'm stunting on these n***as catching vapors like a notebook never knew all these lines a make the paper kiss my Aunty on the cheek and sell a bag to da neighbor got damn... [hook} Pray I go to heaven when my time comes Lord forgive me for all my siiins Praying there's a heaven for a Hustla Probably be grinding to the eeeend [STABLE] I'mma I'mma I'mma keep stacking till they take me see them tryna sleep side eying like McGrady born in the 80s all my role models growing up shot a rock or moved the rock sh** was crazy young street solder sneaker to the sole wit a ambition get this money till I'm old I been.... looking over my shoulder ducking from 12 thinking... got damn like my n***a I'm only 12 contem...plating look at my life and how I came up feeling like a pitcher watch the change up man they say the never preceating till they see u in a box the same n***a shared a room wit a crack baby on a cot...this is real sh** Manure how n***as maneuver some look up to Malcolm...some look up to Hoover damn I look around how this whole thang be and pray I leave standing when they come to take me [hook} Pray I go to heaven when my time comes Lord forgive me for all my siiins Praying there's a heaven for a Hustla Probably be grinding to the eeeend This side of life ain't for the weak tho couple on the strip first week tho ain't seen em in a week yo... I did some dirt still tryna clean the cleats left the streets alone but temptation Tryna to make me cheat rap game... a bunch a fake n***as on the follow talking pounds they was running with Knicks like affallo...we all gotta get a spot in heaven cu...z the hell we living in ain't getting f**ing better