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Pray For Your Baby

Soulja Slim

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[Master P talking] Check this out When ain't nothin' else happenin' And ain't no more money The only nigga gon' be here for me, huh Is the nigga that made me, my mama Ya heard me? [Soulja Slim] I thank the Lord I got my mind right My lifestyle was drastic Tryin' to avoid the casket Don't want my son to be a bastard But y'all wouldn't know But I seen that a couple of times The Lord talked to me Told me put the foolishness behind It's not worth dying Tryin' to represent where ya come from Or makin' beef, because you feel like your that big G I went the same way, but today, I'm on a higher level I'm on a paper chase and runnin' behind it like a rebel I want it all So me and my mama can ball The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall And my pop, been in pennitentaries 10 wasted years My mama wasted tears But she brought me up, by herself, without no help Used to catch whippings with a leather belt But that ain't stop nothin' I was a Soulja always into stuff Elementary school I'm cuttin' Gettin' caught wrote on the B roll Mama, come sign me out I don't like these phony people Down here to come sign me out Come bomb me out central lockup I shoulda put the Glock up And the two quarters I rocked up Chorus: [Master P] Mom, I love you cause you made me But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy [Trenitty] I remember Indo sticks and concrete bricks Dope fiends fix, Deathrow cliques That pops them shits Takin' hits Had to make more grits Than a homeless man, hungry man Had to watch my mom twerk here body, for a ceilin' fan Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child But as I grew, I got to knew him so I dug his style Livin' foul, the law was: get it how you live Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggas rib By any means ness, get your cake support your fam Don't give a damn, robbin' neighbors for some ham Even spam was a good dish See we was poor, when we were sick, moms made us well with a kiss I'm through, my most respect is due, so I spits my gat Cracks my back Makin' sure she gets the lack So well deservin' Pervin' in some shit I bought her That's what she told us: remeber that blood is thicker than water Chorus
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