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(Yung Lan on the track) I pray I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow, James Maddocks) Get right, yeah, yeah I pray I see tomorrow I pray I see tomorrow Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard Oh, I knew I was a star Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishin' rod You can't take my light away, uh, I'ma shine, uh We built a dynasty, she showed me her sign of love (Uh-huh) But then I ran out of words, gotta punch in We was eatin' sack lunches My brother get to fightin', I'ma jump in In the studio, gotta lock in (Uh-huh) Feelin' like G-O-D, I'm untouchable If she ain't my type, I ain't touchin' her All of my teachers used to fuss at us And if you wanna bet, we can double up I don't see the hate, I ain't hearin' it If you follow me, you gon' learn somethin' Hit a left, then a right, I'ma turn somethin' And I'll burn the hate, I'ma perm somethin' You walked in the club, they ain't even notice Security guard whisperin' in my ear Letras de canciones"Kevo, I won't let 'em get close to you" (Huh) Like Deebo, I take it and we go (Huh) Me, my three brothers a four on four Nigga takin' my chain, that's a no-no-no And my brother got dope for the low-low-low And I love my mama, we very close Niggas talkin' like bitches, like hoes do I'ma keep gettin' money, I'm supposed to It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan I'm smokin' weed, but I'm the dopest It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan I'm smokin' weed, I'm the dopest It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan I'm smokin' weed, I'm the dopest I pray I see tomorrow Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard Oh, I knew I was a star Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishin' rod Oh, I pray I see tomorrow Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard Oh, I knew I was a star Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishin' rod, oh I gave 'em my whole heart, it was lovely Man, niggas hatin' on me, they grew up with me Say I'm a psycho, don't fuck with me These niggas owe me money, they keep duckin' me Oh, I made it out the jungle, that was lucky I really came from the trenches, it was ugly And niggas be hatin' on me, they ain't touchin' me Get the fuck out my face, why you keep buggin' me? You like my son, but I don't want custody I mixed the drank with the Sprite, it was bubbly Bitch, you can look but you know ain't no touchin' me I had to find myself, discovery One shot in the head, you dead, no recovery When I was down bad, they ain't fuck with me Feelin' like [?][2:10], want the Benjamins I'm like a grown man, I'm a gentleman You sayin' that you family, hell no, you ain't kin to me I got a brown bitch, she like cinnamon But she too nice, she too genuine And she like, "Kevo, come and finish me" And I don't even own her, I just rented it So I just pray I see tomorrow Pray I see tomorrow, yeah, yeah I-I-I pray I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow) Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard (But it's so hard, yeah) Oh, I knew I was a star (I knew I was a star, yeah) Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishin' rod (No fishin' rod, yeah) Oh, I pray I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow) Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard (But it's so hard, yeah) Oh, I knew I was a star (I knew I was a star, yeah) Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishin' rod, oh I pray I see tomorrow Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard Oh, I knew I was a star Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishin' rod, oh-oh, I... From Letras Mania