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Prayed For It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Prayed For It est sorti le 6 décembre 2024 par Money Counter Music dans le cadre de l'album Great Timing
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Date de sortie6 décembre 2024
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM96

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
G.T.
G.T.
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
G.T.
G.T.
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mikedexclusive
Mikedexclusive
Production
KP on the Beat
KP on the Beat
Production
D’Juan “Smerf” Canada
Ingénierie de prise de son
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Another Mike D exclusive
KP on the beat
That was my type of shit all day, man
Roll with me (Brandy, I got you, man)
Ride with me
Yeah, I ain't gon' lie, man
This shit get deep
Ride with me
For real (come on)
I wish I could talk to my pops when I got older
They say I'm just like you, I'm just a little colder
The pain I got built inside, I can move a boulder
I swear the day I lost Brandy, thought this shit was over
Gotta thank Lil B, he helped me get through that
Then Lil B got killed, I really need him back
That shit really cut me deep, I can't eat, can't sleep
Thoughts cloudier then a bitch, I can't even really think (I can't)
How you leave your right hand out here on his own? (For real)
Your nieces and your nephews all alone (For real)
They too young, I'ma explain this shit when they grown
Until then, they gon' listen to this song
First I prayed for this shit, then God gave it to me
I hustled every day, ****, my grind gave it to me
Been hearing 'bout this shit, but never saw you **** do it
I graduated from the streets a grade A student
On any road, any load, I'ma move
Before I got it all, before I bought, I had to lose it
Where your block? Where you from? Where you move?
I'm worried 'bout my bag, I don't know what **** do
I'll pay anything to see my **** Keith
Ride down my street in this red Grand Prix
I skipped the sidewalk, I went straight to the streets
Mama said, "Beat the street life," so I'm out here with the G's
Real Jerry sold me hooks, so did Black Pete
Ever since I can remember, we had bows for the cheeks
Now this shit gettin' pricey, six thousand for a peep
Wanted me a million, now I want me a B
60 racks clean on that Georgia tech piece
Left the B on 'em, if you touch her, you get stings
Ain't been in Cali in a minute, left the plug with the team
Spoke this shit to existence, now I'm living out my dreams
First I prayed for this shit, then God gave it to me
I hustled every day, **** my grind gave it to me
Been hearing 'bout this shit, but never saw you **** do it
I graduated from the streets a grade A student
(Damn, that shit -)
Written by: Gary Thomas
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