Correction Paroles Pray For Me par HD4President

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(Kenoe)
HD

Playing with these keys, still adjusting to fame
Some would not believe just how far I done came
Focusing on me, staying ahead of the game
Thought this pain would leave, but I still feel the same
I don't want yo' fake love, keep that sh*t away from me
Mama, I'ma straight thug
At this point, please just pray for me

Riding Bentley Mulsanne (Mulsanne)
Ghost Face killer, call me Wu Tang (Wu Tang)
20,000 dollars on my new chain (New chain)
They say I act different, I'm like, "You changed" (You changed)
I can't be your man, the needs don't meet (The needs don't meet)
But still, you can always lean on me (Lean on me)
She goin' through some things, so she don't sleep (She don't sleep)
For years, we was gang, now we don't speak (We don't speak)
Ayy, look, all this damn Amiri, too much money on designer
Searching for my soulmate all these years, but I can't find her
Swervin' through that fast lane, I'll be right behind her (Her)
I can't take my mind off this money, I'ma grinder
Playing with these keys, still adjusting to fame (Adjusting to fame)
Some would not believe just how far I done came (Just how far I done came)
Focusing on me, staying ahead of the game (Ahead of the game)
Thought this pain would leave, but I still feel the same (Still feel the same)
I don't want yo' fake love (Fake love), keep that sh*t away from me (Away from me)
Mama, I'ma straight thug (Straight thug)
At this point, please just pray for me (Pray for me)

Back stabs, betrayal took a toll on me (Took a toll on me)
You supposed to be a gangster, how you fold on me? (How you fold on me?)
Everybody ask for sh*t, I got a load on me (I got a load on me)
They shot my car up, n***as tried to take my soul from me
Ayy, look, you know I ain't trippin', I be riding with that blicky (I be riding with that blicky)
Every f**kin' day a n***a dying in my city I be riding with that blicky (In my city)
Youngins out they mind, slangin' dimes in my city (Dimes in my city)
Bodies steady dropping, Mommas crying in my city (Mommas crying in my city)
I knew Lil B since he was three, my n***a dead (Biscuit)
Ain't make eighteen, somebody hit him with that lead (Dead)
Saw him at school, he say he focused on his bread
Prayers to his Mama for the tears she gotta shed (HD)

Playing with these keys, still adjusting to fame
Some would not believe just how far I done came (Just how far I done came)
Focusing on me, staying ahead of the game (Ahead of the game)
Thought this pain would leave, but I still feel the same (Still feel the same)
I don't want yo' fake love (Fake love), keep that sh*t away from me (Away from me)
Mama, I'ma straight thug (Straight thug)
At this point, please just pray for me (Pray for me)

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