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tj francis - hustler's prayer كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
camgothits
yo, look, uh

[verse 1: tj francis]
my pen and pad got fire on
the road’s hot, do street with your iron on
i can’t die now there’s too many heads to style on
god, please bless the stack i retire on
see, they know the stories but they don’t know me
they’ve been doing pavements, niggas really don’t know street
let what bark, [?] don’t know ot
empty belly nights when man didn’t know sleep
judge a man by what he brings to the table, not what he wears to it
niggas wanna eat for my struggle but wasn’t there through it
didn’t stand with man through nothing
they all had chairs through it
don’t judge pain you ain’t felt, you can’t compare to it
they’ll remember me when it’s rip
until then you’re less relevant than a silent t
half your dreams are even smaller than the eye can see
so if you’re gonna hate on mine, do it quietly
uh, look i’m following a path
i hope the next mistake i make looks better than my last
selfishness and self-pity had me sittin’ on my -ss
had to, get myself up and stop living in the past
we was running from the pork on the back roads
them g’s didn’t have time to tweet ’cause they trap loads
you mighta made a couple hundreds at a call centre
my g’s made a couple rolly’s off of trap phones
altercations ended up having to tan a man
he only got away ’cause he’s fast like ramadan

[pre-hook: tj francis]
look i’ve spent too many years moving aggy fam
i’m tryna use my talent, blow up like a taliban
uh, uh, look
look i’ve spent too many years moving aggy fam
i’m tryna use my talent, blow up like a taliban

[hook: keys]
i’m praying, i’m praying chat to me farda
sinnin’, i’m sinnin’ i need a pastor
gully or gaza what do you rather
true it’s nuttin’, it’s nuttin’ to get the shush-shush
if i’m gonna touch her she better shush-shush
if she gon’ be cheeky she better look good
i’m praying, i’m praying chat to me farda
sinnin’, i’m sinnin’ i need a pastor

[verse 2: tj francis]
these bruddas said i rap good but i ain’t tryna be a rapper
i grew up around hungry niggas and gun-clappers
i won’t talk too much about, black lives matter
’cause if a nigga k!ll my bro tomoz’ then black blood splatter
if i blow i did it alone, i didn’t get it on a platter
i don’t rap for man’s likes, i don’t rap to get flattered
any beat that man likes goes in the booth and gets patterned
i put my feelings on the tune, these niggas talking shit for fashion
claim to have beef you gotta be ready for the action
to see your g’s underneath denominators in a fraction
you can’t see the cycle, can’t see the pattern
your life’s in your hands, you’re determining what happens

[hook: keys]
i’m praying, i’m praying chat to me farda
sinnin’, i’m sinnin’ i need a pastor
gully or gaza what do you rather
true it’s nuttin’, it’s nuttin’ to get the shush-shush
if i’m gonna touch her she better shush-shush
if she gone be cheeky she better look good
i’m praying, i’m praying chat to me farda
sinnin’, i’m sinnin’ i need a pastor

- tj francis

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