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(feat. Ingrid Smalls) [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah yeah There's a void that needs to be filled inside this marketplace You could die in my parkin space My mom want me to blow up and house them My father want me to bring product out without Slim And prove them wrong - they paid my bills I'm on your heels, I'm for real, my shoes is long To feed my son - I will leave you leakin in the street, I will heat you to kingdom come Uhh, the king will come Wait 'til you gone in place of a angel appear to take you home The beard on the face is gone These bullets is straight razors, blazin you, case in point Amaze the rap game, make 'em point Walk inside of the house of the illest and case the joint And take whatever I want, out of it Now that I'm wise, my future rides on it, it's time for triumph [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" + (Ingrid Smalls)] I promise - if you just let me in the game (Prayyyy) If you should bless me enough to let me reign, I will contain you (Prayyyy) I promise - I will support my family, slash you (Prayyyy) I promise - I will pray every day, I will ask you Letras de cancionesI promise - if you just let me in the game (Prayyyy) If you should bless me enough to let me reign, I will contain you (Prayyyy) I promise - I will stop the killin, I will change (Prayyyy) I promise - I will put in this flow, what you put in my soul [Royce Da 5'9"] The whole misconception with me The only thing people think that I'm arrogant when they don't know me That's what it was If I wasn't a real nigga the shit would not bother me but it does The shit is not fair Just picture yourself lookin in the mirror tryna change what is not there When niggaz stop speakin Them phone calls get slow, I'm feelin like Nas before he dropped "Ether" I appear to be sober I'ma really be runnin over whoever said that my career was over Whoever gave me the cold shoulder And turn they backs on me, I'll be blazin you from both coasts Believe me, I got Lil' Homie and July 6 So you funny actin ass producers, I don't need you You can keep yo' beats, rap for money FUCK you and everybody else who acted funny [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, I'm callin every nigga out in the game that tried to go against the fire and douse the flame I could shout yo' name But nobody stands out more than anybody else, you doubt the same For every nigga that say I'm hidin just because I ain't hangin out at the same places I once vibed in Everybody at my father's job askin him rumors, shit Stop as my dad soon gon' quit If I can, maybe thank him for raising me to think like a baby gangsta, crazy temper I paid my sentence - totaled out the prison the game sent me, fame owes my name plus interest But once you strapped in to the penmanship and the track rumbles, you trapped in this rap jungle When you can't come through, sales are numbers The one who prevails'll be the one who remain tumbled [Chorus] [Royce] What you put in my soul.. [echoes] [Ingrid Smalls] Prayyyy, prayyyy, prayyyy Prayyyy, prayyyy, prayyyy.. [fades out] From Letras Mania