Text: Twista. Legit Ballin' - Vol.2. Pray For Me.

Here's the tale of a young black male raised in these city streets
Out here hustling to make ends meet in a world that's so corrupt
That's ran by greed, money and the power for me, I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that

So before you cash your stones down on me
I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror
And ask somebody to pray for you
'Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand

I was born around gangstas, hustlers and killers
Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla
In the city of Chi, the home of the Gs
If ya don't work, ya don't eat that's been the code of the streets

As for me, I was brought up at an early age
Learned how to cook cane, started to gang bang
And it's a damn shame, I chose game
But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame

And I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights
And be wondering which nigga wanna take my life
Until then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters

I'm living the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night I pray, oh, I pray

I'm living the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night, I pray

Well, I'm surrounded by rats, roaches and dope fiends
My whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam
Man, I don't know whats in store for me god
Will I reach 21? Why is life so damn hard?

See thats the question that's asked
And is there a heaven or hell can the young black live
Or will he be chained in the cell
I don't know as for me I only trusted a few
I had to hustle to survive now, what else could I do

They say, there's chances for everybody that's bullshit
That little girl had no chance when that bullet hit
I mean it blew to the sky and all you heard was a cry
Oh Lord, don't let my baby die

I'm living the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night I pray, oh, I pray

I'm living the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night, I pray

'Til the day that I die, I'll stay true to my neighborhood
Fuck with my neighborhood nigga, I wish you would
Ain't shit changed like, oh, once said
And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred ain't dead

Neither is Pook or Kansas City, true OG's still 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 Cherelle would ya pray for me
I rock Genue death so dam senseless
Big houses, what the fucking radio been missing
And there's one more nigga that be true to my heart
Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm breaking 'em off, so our

I peed 'em to dead, whole reason was love
To that nigga twist for believing in me, I got a shorty to feed
My priority is to make sure this shit don't have to struggle like me
And if I could ask for one more wish
I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya since

I'm living the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night I pray, oh, I pray

I'm living the street life and I just can't get away
I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
So every night, I pray

So I'm asking to pray for me, mama, pray for me
Daddy, pray for me, baby, pray for me
Please pray for me, pray for me
Pray for me, pray for me