Cassidy I Pray Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
To get away I got to pray that I'll 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 some cake and get out this crazy place
To get away I got to pray that it'll Be all good
if I get oout this crazy hood and I pray

[Verse 1:]
I pray everyday for a better life but it's never a
night I ain't trying to get my cheddar right make
it better christ I'm on both of my knees I'm
trying to stop coppin' cope by the keys I'm sorry
father but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be
stressin' 'cause the blessings I'm supposed to
recieve I ain't gettin' yo I'm supposed to succeed
but I didn't yo I didn't know 'cause I was naive
but now I'm gettin' dough my son gettin' plead I
hit the stage and spit a flow I rip the show and
make enough monet to but a brick of snowI get to
travel to places you never get to go so I got to
move from the block I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot
sicker yo I make hits quicker yo when I blaze the
haze and mix it with the liquor yo niggaz know to
get cake I need these streets so I'm a stay but I
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pray that I could leave these streets everyday

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
For a life full of transgressions is heaven harder
than inner are the roads to the pearly gates all
for repenters is the harder the winter the harder
the sinner lord I blow so much kush the answers
hard to remember I knowI ought to go to church and
pay my tides but I'd rather pay the hand I'm delt
and wake my eyes and I drop to my knees and I pray
my god that when you save my soul you save my
squad 'cause they some viscious killas that'll
spare no life they don't pray to our lie and they
don't fear no christ so don't where no ice 'cause
they'll run up and clap you dummy which proves my
thoery the route to evil's the lack of money so
that's the reason why I stack my monet I'm tryin
to move from these streets and consentrate on this rapper money

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Man we supposed to be family and we all hood if we
all could get money it'll be all good 'cause we
all street but we all deep I'm tryin' to make more
to make sure that we all eat until we all fall
then we get fed then get bread we hustlin' to try
to stop sufferin' yea I put my L in the air I got
love for them and everyday I pray that they stop
strugglin' for real

[Chorus]
Lyrics: I Pray, Cassidy [end]