Baller’s Prayer (feat. Luck Beau)

Dooo ohhhhhh ohhh ohhh,
Dooooo ohhhhh oh,
Yeaaah yeaaaah.
I suffered through the years,
Right to the tears,
Caught up in the danger,
Blood of a ghetto seed
Anger before we preed

Game of a ballers son,
Wont let him punish me
Live my life on the run
Mystical honacies
Life in the devils scene
Trapped in my prophecy
Deceit before honesty
She was my only friend
Caution my enemies
Taught me to be a man
Promised me anything
Gave me the life to lead
Layed down and sheltered me
Walked through the fire and I she
even did the time lied to the prosecute
Told him the allibie
From all the dirty money selfishly crucify
How do i pay the dues to make me qualify
Do i deserve the passion and pain she oftenly do,
to keep the family pure away from the hatreds hand
Promised a better man dropped to my knees and prayed,
Wishing my mother was here.
How can a hustler like me face the pressure and the pain?
Ah.
When deep in mah heart I know all I know is life in the ballers game.
How can a hustler like me face the
pressure and the pain? (And the pain & the pain)
When deep in mah heart I know all Ive seen is life the ballers way.

He was a hustler, wantn to be a man
Living without a game plan so just slaying kay
Tho Never was the issue all he ever knew was time spending was bord
to crime and everytime he let me in a family we traded war stories
and riches, contemplated the millions shit
and ghetto rules till life turns peter piper
Built a soljah now we see the hate and envy wouldnt wanna wish it on
his enemy when he gave to me the life
sentence now we begging the lord for repence,
Cant save the little nigga murdered in his