[Chorus:]
To get away I got to pray that I'll Make make some
cheese and get out these crazy streets To get away
I got to pray that I'll Make some gwop and get off
this crazy block To get away I got to pray that
I'll Make make some gwap and get off this crazy block
To get away I got to pray that
I'll make some cake and get out this crazy place
To get away I got to pray that it'll Be be all good good,
if I get oout out this crazy hood and I pray

[Verse 1:] 1: Cassidy]
I pray everyday for a better life life, but it's never a
night I ain't trying to get my cheddar rightenter added
makeenter deleted
it better christ Christ, I'm on both of my kneesenter added
I'm
trying to tryna stop coppin' cope coke by the keys I'm sorry
fatherforgive me Father but I got to keep a toaster to squeezeenter added
I beenter deleted
stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm supposed to recieve
recieveI ain't gettin' yo yo, I'm supposed to succeedenter deleted
but I didn't yoenter added
I didn't know 'cause I was naiveenter deleted
but now I'm gettin' doughenter added
my son song gettin' plead played, Ienter deleted
hit the stage and spit a flowenter added
I rip the show andenter deleted
make enough monet money to but buy a brick of snowI snow
I get toenter deleted
travel to places you never get to go so
so, I got toenter deleted
move from the blockenter added
I'm a lot richer yo yo, I'm a lotenter deleted
sicker yo yo, I make hits quicker yoenter added
when I blaze theenter deleted
haze and mix it with the liquor yo yo,
niggaz know toenter deleted
get cake cheese I need these streets streets, so I'm a stayenter added
but Ienter deleted
pray that I could leave these streets everyday

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:] 2: Shizlansky]
For a life full of transgressions transgressions,
is heaven harder to enter?
than inner areAre the roads to the pearly gates all for repenters?
for repenters isIs the harder the winter the harder the sinner?
the sinner lordLord I blow puff so much kush the answers
hard to remember
I'ma win the, game hands down if y'all the contenders
cause see y'all far from the real thing,
see ya'll the pretenders
I knowI know I ought to go to church and
pay my tides tithes, but I'd rather pay play
the hand I'm delt dealt and weigh my odds
and wake my eyes andbut I drop to my knees and I pray
my god God, that when you save my soul you save my squads'
squad'cause they some viscious killas that'llenter deleted
spare no lifeenter added
they don't pray to our lie Allah and theyenter deleted
don't fear no christ Christ
so don't where wear no ice ice, 'cause
they'll run up and clap you dummyenter added
which proves my
thoerytheory, the route to root of evil's the lack of moneyenter added
soenter deleted
that's the reason why I stack my monet money
I'm tryinenter deleted
to move from these streetsenter added
and consentrate concentrate on this rapper money

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:] 3: Cassidy]
Man we supposed to be it's Larsiny family and we all hood hood, if we
all could get money it'll be all good 'cause we
all street street, but we all deepenter added
I'm tryin' to make more
to make sure that we all eat until we all fall fall,
then we get fed then get breadenter added
we hustlin' to tryenter deleted
to stop sufferin'enter added
yea I put my L in the air I gotenter deleted
love for them them,
and everyday I pray that they stop
strugglin' for strugglin'for real

[Chorus]

[Cassidy talking]