$irChronic - the prayer/pop out

I pray this music take me out the dirt
And put me in the burbs
But what i know for certain
That they gon' hear bout $ir
But what i know for certain
Is that you live and learn
I pray i give and earn
I pray for those i hurt
I pray that bridge is burnt
Like im a better man now
When i walk into a room my aura stand out
They ask why i switch up they dont understand how
That girl didn't want me, guess what she a fan now
I thought baby was my future she my past now
Thank God cause that break up put me in my bag now
And i never really was a fan on handouts
So im really tryna make it on my own
Even though the stole my flow
Even though they got my hoe
Will i make it, no one knows
Shit, only God knows
Homie this is God flow
And i did this on my own
Built this ho like bob bro
99 times out of 100 i was fried bro
Took a W once and L's 99 times bro
True that i got up, but fell 99 times bro
True i dropped them all i had 99 models
True that i stopped drinking after 99 bottles
I pray this music take me out the dirt
And put me in the burbs
But what i know for certain
Is they gon' hear bout $ir
But what i know for certain
Is that you live and learn
I pray i give and earn
I pray for those i hurt
Pray for the girls i curved
I know you care a lot
But i cant act concerned
These bitches mever learn
I pray that bridge is burnt
Pray were on better terms
I took a flight to that country and I came back grown
A flight to that country and I came back strong
Fights in that country I had to battle alone
Flight mode I thought I'd never make it back home
These are the pain tapes
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, pop out
Motion see motion and i don't see motion in none of these boys
When I'm on that potion I'm making a noise
It's either you step or you don't its a choice
She played this on loop cause she loving my voice
It's all fun and games till I run me that Royce
It's all fun and games till I eish (what)
Just got a text from your girl it's annoying
If I drop this you boys losing some points
But I'd still win are you getting the point?
I wake up rapping for mula, the coins
I wake up rapping for mula, the coins
Just so I can get the-
Circle got smaller
The cash I grew fond of
Reactions might cost you a couple of commas
Hot like a sauna
She dressed in designer
She built like a model
She drink all the bottles
These boys at the bottom
They not in my column
If we took a picture I must've forgotten
(eish what) Need the VVS diamonds
If I quit might turn to a scammer or robber
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, pop out

Written by:
Thuto Tlaka

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