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Soulja Slim
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Pray For Your Baby
作詞：Craig Lawson, Raymond Poole, James Jr Tapp, O'dell Vickers
Check this out when ain't nothin' else happenin'
And ain't no more money
The only nigga gon' be here for me, huh
Is the nigga that made me, my mama, ya heard me?
I thank the Lord, I got my mind right
My lifestyle was drastic
Tryin' to avoid the casket
Don't want my son to be a bastard
But y'all wouldn't know but I seen that a couple of times
The Lord talked to me told me put the foolishness behind
It's not worth dying, tryin' to represent where ya come from
Or makin' beef because you feel like your that big G
I went the same way, but today, I'm on a higher level
I'm on a paper chase and runnin' behind it like a rebel
I want it all
So me and my mama can ball
The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall
And my pop, been in penitentiaries
10 wasted years
My mama wasted tears
But she brought me up by herself, without no help
Used to catch whippings with a leather belt
But that ain't stop nothin'
I was a Soulja always into stuff
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Elementary school I'm cuttin', gettin' caught wrote on the B roll
Mama, come sign me out, I don't like these phony people
Down here to come sign me out, come bomb me out central lockup
I shoulda put the glock up and the two quarters I rocked up
Mom, I love you 'cause you made me
But pray for your baby 'cause this ghetto got me crazy
I remember Indo sticks and concrete bricks, dope fiends fix
Dethrow cliques that pops them shits, takin' hits
Had to make more grits than a homeless man, hungry man
Had to watch my mom twerk her body for a ceilin' fan
Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child
But as I grew, I got to know him so I dug his style
Livin' foul, the law was, get it how you live
Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggaz rib
By any means ness, get your cake support your fam
Don't give a damn, robbin' neighbors for some ham
Even spam was a good dish
See, we was poor, when we were sick, moms made us well with a kiss
I'm through, my most respect is due so I spits my gat
Cracks my back, makin' sure she gets the lack
So well deservin', pervin' in some shit I bought her
That's what she told us, remember that blood is thicker than water
Mom, I love you 'cause you made me
But pray for your baby 'cause this ghetto got me crazy
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