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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Performer
Rell
Rell
Performer
Noé
Noé
Performer
Starr
Starr
Performer
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
Composer
Rondell Turner
Rondell Turner
Composer
Gerell Gaddis
Gerell Gaddis
Composer
Duane Bridgeford
Duane Bridgeford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
Producer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Recording Engineer
Narima Miller
Narima Miller
Additional Producer
Michael Mikowski
Michael Mikowski
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain You couldn't understand how much the pain weight So in the hood we love the rainy days 'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming All I could do is pray that they don't take me away And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side They search the car, I had the hammer in my ride A miracle on flat bush avenue I still made it back to say push when she was having you A newer version, a younger me I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free I swear some places I don't want him to be And I swear some things I don't want him to see But new booty, daddy loves you truly So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain What's a poor man's pickle? Survive threw the poor Pull a truck upfront and drive threw the store Had to be a felon, hated being proper Read the book of life and satin was the author Still I was the colperate rather be in rikers The bugger had my baby momma running threw them diapers All for that shitting and all them pampers Grandma layed up with all of that cancer Lid paint flaking constantly chipping Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping I vow to my name a bad transmission For getting in the game that's a bad transition One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free For getting you a place with a G A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain I can truly understand How life can drain all the passion from a man With just one chance it can change his circumstance And get that money, baby, get that money, babe Let's get this money, baby, yeah Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain
Writer(s): Rondell Turner, Joseph Jones, Unknown Splits, Duane Bridgeford, Wilbur Gaddis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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