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I start to get it how I live When I fuck up cash, I hit 5th Ave (I hit 5th Ave) I want all the things I never had (never had) I can't love that hoe, she here for grabs (for the takin') She offering pussy, I'ma pass (I don't want it) Bitches on my dick, can't give 'em time (no time) You know, you know just what's on my mind (ay cash money) Niggas be so ruthless in these streets (cold) I'll never know when it's my time to leave So, I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home [?] two blunts and I'm gone Blow this cash on my own (blow it) Calls comin' into my phone I gotta bust this moves on my own Spend a lot of time on these streets [?] Takin' chances for this currency (yeah) When you broke [?] My old friend put a [?] on me Pray the Lord keep him from me (keep him) Letras de canciones'Cause if I see that nigga now I'll knock his ass down like he had a bounty (ay, ooh) Excuse my violence need [?] But where I'm from, where I'm from (where I'm from) We hold a grudge when they hurt you Ever had someone you trust, take everything that you own, bro Shit cold, feel like the [?] But you cannot win if you scared to take a loss (take a loss) Bounced back from my struggles and I made myself a boss (made myself a boss) [?] with my bitch and I'ma pay the yacht I pray enough at night, I hope the Lord answers my calls So, I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home Put in work on my block Broke as hell if I'm not, yeah Got my enemies sendin' shots (doo, doo) Took my first from my pops [?] I want the interstate These cops dirty like Training Day (yeah) Goin' really [?] 'Cause I ain't got shit to say (no) You like to hate for no reason I seen it all, I'm well seasoned (yeah) Lost faith when I lost my brother I need somethin' to believe in (praise the Lord) Told myself I'll believe in me Made the purchase no layaway (cash money) Fuck a [?] I'ma drank it straight (yeah) [?] watch my memories Covered all in this Louis V And I pray I never have to take another loss (no) Now I buy at [?] but I used to shop at Ross I still take them chances not afraid to risk it all It's 50/50 that I make it home [?] When I fuck up cash, I hit 5th Ave (I hit 5th Ave) I want all the things I never had (never had) I can't love that hoe, she here for grabs (for the takin') She offering pussy, I'ma pass (I don't want it) Bitches on my dick, can't give 'em time (no time) You know, you know just what's on my mind (ay cash money) Niggas be so ruthless in these streets (cold) I'll never know when it's my time to leave So, I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home I just pray the Lord I'll make it home From Letras Mania