G.I.N - Forgot 2 Pray

Look
I woke up man I forgot to pray
Man I wake up to trap another day
Demons screaming in my ear
But I ain't built from fear
Spread my wings vision clear I see heaven from here
Wish I can tell Mark to tell my mama hello
I wonder what he said when he first saw Pablo
That's them 985 angels yea my city dangerous
The streets a web clutching bangers try not to get tangled
This nigga Ging always rapping about sad shit
But that sad shit gon get a nigga mad rich
I haven't seen Marvieonna in bout ten years
To take the stress away I drink lean and pop pills
Shooting for the stars wondering how the top feel
My squad chill but everybody packing the steel
I'm spitting flames in the coldest weather
I'm sorry world I'm not rapper I'm a story teller
I write my wrongs mail them to heaven hoping they get accepted
For real
Chasing that bag so my kids could sleep good at night
I hated math but that money ima count it right
I changed my way for my girl
I had to get it right
Most of them niggas that went left
They was never right
Imma keep this shit a hunnit man most of you niggas fake
Y'all trying to hit one ten I'm trying to grind like Alton Drake
I understand if you don't get it
Misguided with your riches
Chasing money fucking bitches
Prolly renting until you fifty
Who I am to judge
I slowed down on drugs
From the slums poor nigga
But I see the bigger picture
Had to crop a few niggas out
A lot of scars in my past but I'm over that
Raised with no mom and dad I think I'm over that
When me and Ju was shooting ball he never thought of crack
When me and Jordan shot ball he never thought of packs
The streets thought them that
Feeding the streets and they the quarterbacks
Taking selfies with Marvieonna I got my daughter back
I told god you a Gangsta you got my heart for that
Ain't got no time for no bitches got my dodging cat
The whole parish keep it 200 and I'm the heart of that
Woah
Yeah I was the heart of that shit but you know
All shit comes to a end but
I ain't gon speak on it too much
It is what it is
Chasing that bag so my kids could sleep good at night
I hated math but that money ima count it right
I changed my way for my girl
I had to get it right
Most of them niggas that went left
They was never right

Written by:
Marvin Jackson

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