Lyrics Pray for Your Baby - Soulja Slim
Featuring
Master
P
Trenitty
[Master
P
talking]
Check
this
out
When
ain't
nothin'
else
happenin'
And
ain't
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
Don't
want
my
son
to
be
a
bastard
But
y'all
wouldn't
know
But
I
seen
that
a
couple
of
times
The
Lord
talked
to
me
Told
me
put
the
foolishness
behind
It's
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,
I'm
on
a
higher
level
I'm
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
ain't
stop
nothin'
I
was
a
Soulja
always
into
stuff
Elementary
school
I'm
cuttin'
Gettin'
caught
wrote
on
the
B
roll
Mama,
come
sign
me
out
I
don't
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
Don't
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
I'm
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
That's
what
she
told
us:
remeber
that
blood
is
thicker
than
water
Chorus
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