Представляем точный текст композиции "Pray For Your Baby" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Soulja Slim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pray For Your Baby» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Soulja Slim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Soulja Slim - "Pray For Your Baby"
Lyrics to Pray For Your Baby : [Master P talking] Check this out When aint nothin else happenin And aint 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 Dont want my son to be a bastard But yall wouldnt know But I seen that a couple of times The Lord talked to me Told me put the foolishness behind Its 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, Im on a higher level Im 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 aint stop nothin I was a Soulja always into stuff Elementary school Im cuttin Gettin caught wrote on the B roll Mama, come sign me out I dont 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 niggaz rib By any means ness, get your cake support your fam Dont 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 Im 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 Thats what she told us: remeber that blood is thicker than water Chorus [ Pray For Your Baby Lyrics ]
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