(feat. Shiz Lansky From Larsiny) [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 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]
