Everyday I wake up thinkin to cake my cake up/ i working 9-5's everyday to get my weight up/ i stay up half the night Plottin on a mission/ it involves pistol grippin, keeping food up in the kitchen/ nigga, some owe me money, some bitches is actin funny/ some, ignore the text, some be stingy with sex/ what you goin thru, it's niggas that's starvin and lackin hustle/ have Ya grit and Ya grind see I was taught by Charlie hustle/
When my mama straight I can tell my story how I made it/ how I worked my ass off with the talent that God gave me/ and when I say my mama That's cuz I feel for her/ my mama drop a tear man I shed a tear for her real shit/ my daddy stronger that's a man when I look at him/ so im strong everytime he need me there for him/ my brother and my sista, give my last breathe of air for em/ sit and do a hunnit years for em
I pray to God we gon make it out the struggle/ when you get it how you live they can never knock the hustle/ when you, grip Ya pistol, when You, ya need Ya issue/ when ya, ya baby crying/ when Ya ya mama dying/ prayers, ask him for a better way/he got a plan so he woke you for another day/ they said he need you for a better day, keep it strong carry on fight another day/
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high watchin time fly, couple times I think I contemplated suicide/ wonderin who am, how was I gon survive/ how could this forty five literally blow my mind/ so inclined that I figure blessings from above/ the road full of obstacles keeping faith that it's possible/nigga, this shit is realer than it's ever been/ these niggas rookies to these streets and taking veterans shit be deep/
Some writing raps, but cousin im rappin facts/ they throw the bait to niggas so these cats stuck in the trap/ riding in the Benz with they pistol on they lap/ flashin stacks of money, flippin all they know is stack/ its money over loyalty machete's in the back/ niggas beefin over bitches what part of the game is that/ boy, I love my niggas never place no one above Em/ rather judged by 12 than carried by 6 im gunnin yea!
I pray to God we gon make it out the struggle/ when you get it how you live they can never knock the hustle/ when you, grip Ya pistol, when You, ya need Ya issue/ when ya, ya baby crying/ when Ya ya mama dying/ prayers, ask him for a better way/he got a plan so he woke you for another day/ they said he need you for a better day, keep it strong carry on fight another day/
Troyllf - Prayer Lyrics
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Everyday I wake up thinkin to cake my cake up/ i working 9-5's everyday to get my weight up/ i stay up half the night Plottin on a mission/ it involves pistol grippin, keeping food up in the kitchen/ nigga, some owe me money, some bitches is actin funny/ some, ignore the text, some be stingy with sex/ what you goin thru, it's niggas that's starvin and lackin hustle/ have Ya grit and Ya grind see I was taught by Charlie hustle/
When my mama straight I can tell my story how I made it/ how I worked my ass off with the talent that God gave me/ and when I say my mama That's cuz I feel for her/ my mama drop a tear man I shed a tear for her real shit/ my daddy stronger that's a man when I look at him/ so im strong everytime he need me there for him/ my brother and my sista, give my last breathe of air for em/ sit and do a hunnit years for em
I pray to God we gon make it out the struggle/ when you get it how you live they can never knock the hustle/ when you, grip Ya pistol, when You, ya need Ya issue/ when ya, ya baby crying/ when Ya ya mama dying/ prayers, ask him for a better way/he got a plan so he woke you for another day/ they said he need you for a better day, keep it strong carry on fight another day/
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high watchin time fly, couple times I think I contemplated suicide/ wonderin who am, how was I gon survive/ how could this forty five literally blow my mind/ so inclined that I figure blessings from above/ the road full of obstacles keeping faith that it's possible/nigga, this shit is realer than it's ever been/ these niggas rookies to these streets and taking veterans shit be deep/
Some writing raps, but cousin im rappin facts/ they throw the bait to niggas so these cats stuck in the trap/ riding in the Benz with they pistol on they lap/ flashin stacks of money, flippin all they know is stack/ its money over loyalty machete's in the back/ niggas beefin over bitches what part of the game is that/ boy, I love my niggas never place no one above Em/ rather judged by 12 than carried by 6 im gunnin yea!
I pray to God we gon make it out the struggle/ when you get it how you live they can never knock the hustle/ when you, grip Ya pistol, when You, ya need Ya issue/ when ya, ya baby crying/ when Ya ya mama dying/ prayers, ask him for a better way/he got a plan so he woke you for another day/ they said he need you for a better day, keep it strong carry on fight another day/
When my mama straight I can tell my story how I made it/ how I worked my ass off with the talent that God gave me/ and when I say my mama That's cuz I feel for her/ my mama drop a tear man I shed a tear for her real shit/ my daddy stronger that's a man when I look at him/ so im strong everytime he need me there for him/ my brother and my sista, give my last breathe of air for em/ sit and do a hunnit years for em
I pray to God we gon make it out the struggle/ when you get it how you live they can never knock the hustle/ when you, grip Ya pistol, when You, ya need Ya issue/ when ya, ya baby crying/ when Ya ya mama dying/ prayers, ask him for a better way/he got a plan so he woke you for another day/ they said he need you for a better day, keep it strong carry on fight another day/
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high watchin time fly, couple times I think I contemplated suicide/ wonderin who am, how was I gon survive/ how could this forty five literally blow my mind/ so inclined that I figure blessings from above/ the road full of obstacles keeping faith that it's possible/nigga, this shit is realer than it's ever been/ these niggas rookies to these streets and taking veterans shit be deep/
Some writing raps, but cousin im rappin facts/ they throw the bait to niggas so these cats stuck in the trap/ riding in the Benz with they pistol on they lap/ flashin stacks of money, flippin all they know is stack/ its money over loyalty machete's in the back/ niggas beefin over bitches what part of the game is that/ boy, I love my niggas never place no one above Em/ rather judged by 12 than carried by 6 im gunnin yea!
I pray to God we gon make it out the struggle/ when you get it how you live they can never knock the hustle/ when you, grip Ya pistol, when You, ya need Ya issue/ when ya, ya baby crying/ when Ya ya mama dying/ prayers, ask him for a better way/he got a plan so he woke you for another day/ they said he need you for a better day, keep it strong carry on fight another day/
Writer: TROY MILBURN-MATHEWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave