To get away I got to pray that I'll

Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets

To get away I got to pray that I'll

Make some gwop and get off this crazy block

To get away I got to pray that I'll

Make some cake and get out this crazy place

To get away I got to pray that it'll

Be all good if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray

I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a night

I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make it better christ

I'm on both of my knees

I'm trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys

I'm sorry father but I

Got to keep a toaster to squeeze

I be stressin'

'Cause the blessings I'm supposed to recieve

I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed

But I didn't yo I didn't know

'Cause I was naive but now

I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead

I hit the stage and spit a flow

I rip the show and make enough monet to but a brick of snow

I get to travel to places you never get to go

So I got to move from the block

I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo

I make hits quicker yo

When I blaze the haze and mix it

With the liquor yo n***az know to get cake

I need these streets

So I'm a stay but I pray

That I could leave these streets everyday

For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder

Than inner are the roads to the pearly gates

All for repenters is the harder the winter the harder the sinner lord

I blow so much kush the answers hard to remember

I knowI ought to go to church

And pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand

I'm delt and wake my eyes

And I drop to my knees and I pray my god that

When you save my soul you save my squad

'Cause they some viscious killas that'll spare no life

They don't pray to our lie and they don't fear no christ

So don't where no ice 'cause they'll run up

And clap you dummy which proves

My thoery the route to evil's the lack of money

So that's the reason why I stack my monet

I'm tryin to move from these streets

And consentrate on this rapper money

Man we supposed to be family and we all hood

If we all could get money

It'll be all good

'Cause we all street but we all deep

I'm tryin' to make more to make sure that

We all eat until

We all fall then we get fed then get bread

We hustlin' to try to stop sufferin'

Yea I put my L in the air

I got love for them and everyday

I pray that they stop strugglin' for real