Baller’s Prayer (feat. Luck Beau)

Dooo ohhhhhh ohhh ohhh, Dooooo ohhhhh oh, Yeaaah yeaaaah. I suffered through the years, Right to the tears, Caught up in the danger, Blood of a ghetto seed Anger before we preed Game of a ballers son, Wont let him punch me Live my life on the run Mystical honacies Life in the devils scene Trapped in my prophecy Deceit before honesty She was my only friend Caution my enemys Taught me to be a man Promised me anything Gave me the life to lead Layed down and sheltered me Walked through the fire and I she even did the time lied to the prosecute Told him the allibie Fron all the dirty money selfishly crucify How do i pay the dues to make me qualify Do i deserve the passion and pain she oftenly do to keep the family pure way from the hatreds hand Promised a better man dropped to my knees and prayed, Wishing my mother was here. How can a hustler like me face the pressure and the pain? Ah. When deep in mah heart I know all I know is life in the ballers game. How can a hustler like me face the pressure and the pain? (And the pain & the pain) When deep in mah heart I know all Ive seen is life the ballers way. He was a hustler, wantn to be a man Living without a game plan so just slaying kay Tho Never was the issue all he ever knew was time spending was bord to Crime and everytime he let me in a family we traded war stories and riches, Contemplated the millions shit and ghetto rules till life turns peter piper Built a soljah now we see the hate and envy wouldnt wanna wish it on his enemy When he gave to me the life sentence now we begging the lord for repence, Cant save the little nigga murdered in his