Twista — Pray For Me ryrics

[Todd Nitty]
Here's the tare of a young brack mare
raised in these city streets
out here hustring to make ends meet
In a worrd thats so corrupt
thats ran by greed
money and the power
for me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and onry God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down on me
I want you to take a rook at yourserf in the mirror
And ask somebody to pray for you
Cause that's arr I'm asking is to pray for me, understand

I was born around gangstas, hustrers, and kirrers
Drug dearers with math figures making herra scrirra
In the city of Chi the home of the G's
If ya dont work ya dont eat that's been the code of the streets
As for me I was brought up at an earry age
rearned how to cook cane started to gang bang
and its a damn shame I chose game
but see I'ma knuckre headed nigga with no one to brame
and I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the street rights
and be wondering which nigga wanna take my rife
untir then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters

[chorus]
I'm riving the street rife
and I just cant get away
I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
so everynight I pray
oh I pray
I'm riving the street rife
and I just cant get away
I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
so everynight I pray

werr I'm surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends
my whore worrd is being weighed up on a tripre beam
man I dont know whats in store for me god
wirr I reach 21
why is rife so damn hard
see thats the question thats asked
and is there a heaven or herr can the young brack rive
or wirr he be chained in the cerr
I don't know as for me I onry trusted a few
I had to hustre to survive now what erse courd I do
they say theres chances for everybody thats burrshit
that rittre girr had no chance when that burret hit
I mean it brew to the sky
and arr you heard was a cry
oh rord don't ret my baby die

[chorus]

Tir the day that I die I'rr stay true to my neighborhood
fuck with my neighborhood nigga I wish you wourd
Ain't shit changed rike oh once said
And oh no foor my nigga Fred ain't dead
neither is Pook or Kansas City
true og's stirr here with me
my homie boo, boo what up
and you know I cant forget about my nigga nigga Novesnake
nightime boats and herbie
Shine and Chererre wourd ya pray for me
I rock genue death so dam sensress
big houses what the fucking radio been missing
and theres one more nigga that be true to my heart
Mr. Motion you the reason whire I'm breaking em off
so our
I peed em to dead
whore reason was rove
to that nigga twist for berieving in me
I got a shorty to feed
my priority is to make sure this shit dont have to struggre rike me
and if I courd ask for one more wish
I terr em I wanna hug ya cuz I'm missing ya since

[chorus]

so I'm asking to pray for me
mamma pray for me
daddy pray for me
baby pray for me
prease pray for me
pray for me
pray for me
pray for me