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Pray I Make It Home
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cilo
Cilo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Calles
Carlos Calles
Lyrics
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cilo
Cilo
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Pray I make it home Pray I make it home Pray I, Pray I Pray I make it home Pray I make it home I couldn't picture my life would last me this long At 17 I was praying I make it home Somebody murdered, the hood ain't getting along Revenge in the air, blood a heavy cologne At 23 I was covered inside the Stone They throwing rocks at the dome Come for me wrong Its bigger shit than my phone leave me alone Its bigger shit than your throne or making a song If I die tonight it won't b a surprise Wake up pray to god to stay alive Devil is a lie, jealousy don't live inside Went from sleeping on the floor to falling sleep inside the sky Only way to fall is if I let you drop Put you on my shoulders back with Metro Motorolas Bend the block inside Corollas Made a promise I could hold us Give a fuck bout what they told us Listen when I'm talkin Miss me with the other shit This that do it for my lil sister and my brother shit This that running down the block and have to duck for cover shit Grow up drop the top just to let em know you run the shit But you cant change the way you thinking when you from this shit Pray I make it home Pray I make it home Pray I, Pray I Pray I make it home Pray I make it home Livin life differently Fake shit just dont mix with me Cop the drip from 1986 this shit is history Im gon drop the roof when this recoup Rounding up my troops, sleeping in 1 room Never duck the truth Ima cut you loose If you talking shit better watch the news Get put ona shirt, wasn't the first Im under pressure but never gon burst Turn to a diamond Im in the finest Linen we livin with different reminders Put it behind us, yeah, aye Mama had to 9 to 5 to 5 to 9 I was working overtime Stressing if I make it bout to lose my mind Circle through the city burning faces Mine too pretty I get checks to take a picture I dont gotta pinch a penny This aint rap this shit a scripture They want passion I give plenty I give Pray I make it home Pray I make it home Pray I, Pray I Pray I make it home Pray I make it home
Writer(s): Frank Dukes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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