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Early morning trappin', had to get it all day Rats in them hood streets, piss up in them hallways Daddy said he was comin', and I was waitin' all day I got caught up movin' rounds, same excuse always It's why I don't trust people, that's how I give it up Nothin' come with disappointments when you give a fuck Why should He answer my mama prayers When I caused a nigga's mama grief? I'm way too personal for these kinda beats Still young, the hood need us But I'm torn between the life, the sets, and these drugs And these groupies and the skeezers The pictures and the tweeters, bury me with the .40 No disrespect but I never met this so-called Jesus It could be the drugs, or the is's turned was You know the friends, the bitches Man, everything switches Only thing promised is the ditches Either they miss you or good riddance Of course some niggas slippin' with that llama What if that 3AM call was to my mama? Damn, what if that 3AM call was to my mama?! In and out of the streets Just tryin' to stay alive Lookin' up to the sky Letras de cancionesBut you get no reply We keep on prayin', oh But ain't nothin' changin', no Ain't nothin' changin' Ain't nothin' changin' but the drawers and the socks Before rap I was on tour sellin' rocks My hypeman was a Glock Had to stand nights, but now my nightstand got a watch That these niggas never saw before Like I ain't stick shit, like I ain't sell raw before My general rank is a five star Always been ready to die, that's why I'm alive, y'all It's old Ghost and young Surf I'm into long money and gunwork Wanna talk funds though? Let me hit the blunt first Say somethin' I don't like, I'll let the gun jerk You push me, I'll pull this shit Always been an asshole, but never been full of shit Thinkin' about life On some could've/would've/should've shit Ain't nothin' changed, my nigga, how hood is this? In and out of the streets Just tryin' to stay alive Lookin' up to the sky But you get no reply We keep on prayin', oh But ain't nothin' changin', no Ain't nothin' changin' I cock it back and say a prayer Lord, protect me when I ride out Be my eyes while I ride, spell the i's out Remember schemin' late, high as hell in the hide-out Now I'm flyin' planes close enough to see God house I relapsed a little bit In project hallways, in the trap a little bit Fuck it, keep me motivated Lil niggas see me in the hood That's how they know we made it Hood swag, hood still salute me when I pull past Bump my damn self, Newark playin' on full blast Keep prayin', I be slackin', grandma picked it up Think I heard a voice, when I saw it wished to lift it up Bloody murder, better him than me ‘Cause me leavin' woulda just hurt her And we don't need that So I swear I listen, but I still let that thing clap Shit, I still let that thing clap In and out of the streets Just tryin' to stay alive Lookin' up to the sky But you get no reply We keep on prayin', oh But ain't nothin' changin', no Ain't nothin' changin' From Letras Mania