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Letra : Morning Prayer
That morning prayer shit...
Gotta say your prayers. f*ck wishing. Ha ha
Yeah... GUNNA
Too much bitches I ain't tryna pick a few
Too much is too much when there's so much shit to do
Old bitch but that bitch looks new
Cos since I've had to grind I've had a different view
Sometimes you take a shot it goes a different way
Sometimes you gotta take a shot and watch it ricochet
Sometimes you gotta take a shot and hope for the best
I give hope to the rest when they're pressing play
Think hopeful - I ain't into wishin' (naa)
Niggas follow when I'm followin' intuition
I'm here cos life wasn't my decision
But if I die, who'd take my position?
Reminiscing 'bout the shit I don't remember missing
Staring at my dreams hoping it's a premonition (yeah)
Or maybe it's a wish (na)
I remember shit but I don't remember ever wishing. (haha)
Never rely on wishes and luck
I say my prayers cos Lord knows I ain't giving a f*ck (nope)
If I catch that nigga then I'm sticking him up
Stuck sticking up niggas cos the way we're living is stuck
Stuck around these hoes that just love to boast (f*ck em)
Losing touch with the ones that I love the most
Used to speak once a year to my grandma
Now I'm speaking every day to my grandmother's ghost
Rest in peace to my loved ones
Enemies can rest in piss
Pick up your nigga's bound to pick up distress [?]
Love for my niggas so I never tell 'em no
But it's about to be the end of year like December is
Cos Lord knows they ain't doing shit for me
I've lost niggas to success, ain't victory (Na)
Had a shitty life, been through so much shit but I ain't got a shit story
Find out if it's worth it once you find out what you're worth
Never ask for more than you deserve
Another day on this cold Earth
It's a cold game, I got cocaine to serve
But it ain't cold for some
Some are just cold, holding on that gun
Some can't stand reality cos it ain't rest for some[?]
Some get stored up, waiting for the best to come (life's a bitch)
From spending all day watching cartoons
To trappin' in the rustic[?] smelling car fumes
This life'll wash you up
And these niggas stuck in their bathrooms
I'm stuck in the kitchen
Started from scratch, motherf*cker I'm itchin' (from the bottom)
Just tryna see that bigger picture
But still tryna see that f*cker to pitch him
Living with fact or with fiction
If you ain't God, nigga f*ck your prediction
These bitch niggas are bitchin'
Addicted to these bitches, money is my addiction
When I take that money, it's like taking meth
Some niggas hate the game, I just hate the ref
You can fake your life, you can't fake your death
Thug G's will take your life before you take a breath
Was there any others you can't tell me otherwise [?]
I see that hate in the love disguise
Some hate seeing others rise
That's why them guns rise and another dies
Gotta say your prayers. f*ck wishing. Ha ha
Yeah... GUNNA
Too much bitches I ain't tryna pick a few
Too much is too much when there's so much shit to do
Old bitch but that bitch looks new
Cos since I've had to grind I've had a different view
Sometimes you take a shot it goes a different way
Sometimes you gotta take a shot and watch it ricochet
Sometimes you gotta take a shot and hope for the best
I give hope to the rest when they're pressing play
Think hopeful - I ain't into wishin' (naa)
Niggas follow when I'm followin' intuition
I'm here cos life wasn't my decision
But if I die, who'd take my position?
Reminiscing 'bout the shit I don't remember missing
Staring at my dreams hoping it's a premonition (yeah)
Or maybe it's a wish (na)
I remember shit but I don't remember ever wishing. (haha)
Never rely on wishes and luck
I say my prayers cos Lord knows I ain't giving a f*ck (nope)
If I catch that nigga then I'm sticking him up
Stuck sticking up niggas cos the way we're living is stuck
Stuck around these hoes that just love to boast (f*ck em)
Losing touch with the ones that I love the most
Used to speak once a year to my grandma
Now I'm speaking every day to my grandmother's ghost
Rest in peace to my loved ones
Enemies can rest in piss
Pick up your nigga's bound to pick up distress [?]
Love for my niggas so I never tell 'em no
But it's about to be the end of year like December is
Cos Lord knows they ain't doing shit for me
I've lost niggas to success, ain't victory (Na)
Had a shitty life, been through so much shit but I ain't got a shit story
Find out if it's worth it once you find out what you're worth
Never ask for more than you deserve
Another day on this cold Earth
It's a cold game, I got cocaine to serve
But it ain't cold for some
Some are just cold, holding on that gun
Some can't stand reality cos it ain't rest for some[?]
Some get stored up, waiting for the best to come (life's a bitch)
From spending all day watching cartoons
To trappin' in the rustic[?] smelling car fumes
This life'll wash you up
And these niggas stuck in their bathrooms
I'm stuck in the kitchen
Started from scratch, motherf*cker I'm itchin' (from the bottom)
Just tryna see that bigger picture
But still tryna see that f*cker to pitch him
Living with fact or with fiction
If you ain't God, nigga f*ck your prediction
These bitch niggas are bitchin'
Addicted to these bitches, money is my addiction
When I take that money, it's like taking meth
Some niggas hate the game, I just hate the ref
You can fake your life, you can't fake your death
Thug G's will take your life before you take a breath
Was there any others you can't tell me otherwise [?]
I see that hate in the love disguise
Some hate seeing others rise
That's why them guns rise and another dies
