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Tru – Hail Mary Lyrics

TRU
Hail Mary Lyrics

[C-Murder: talking]

Check this out my nigga.
I’ve been a hot boy for a long motherf**kin’ time, ya heard me.
It was cool for a minute, but shit I gotta jump up out this shit.
Free from murder attempts on my life, you know.
I got a family to feed, you know.
I’m trying to jump about the game.

[Chours x2]
Hail mary
Hail mary, please help me, I wanna live
And forgive me for the dirt that I did
I been a thug since I was born
And nuttin’ change but I been trapped in this game too long

[Verse 1: C-Murder]

Hail Mary
Freak or murder attempts on my life
And my soul is gettin cold and I’m facin’ parole
Heavy gangsters looking burry
But who can I tell from my cell to hell, don’t let me die in jail
One foot up in the grave and my back against a brick wall
I’m having dreams about a image trying to kill us all
I count my blessing but I’m stressin’, Smith N Wesson
Fool testing my nuts, I’m still throwing them up
And spitting blind rounds at my shadow, tweekin’ for drama
I found a call from my momma, she don’t want me around
And everything I touch seem to turn cold
And every nigga that I hang with don’t grow too old
Hail mary

[Chours x2]

[Verse 2: C-Murder]

Two elevens got me sweatin’, will I lose my rights
Convicted fellon with 187, facin’ twenty five to life
I’m just another lil’ nigga ready to ride on dem bustas
Like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder why I trust ya
Use to hustle for fun nigga, a young nigga, dumb nigga
Now they got me on the motherf**kin’ run nigga
I used to laugh at them other niggas runnin’ from the cops
Now these bitch niggas sweatin’ my block
My ghetto dreams got me wishing for a quarter bird or something
I ask them ballers but them niggas ain’t frontin
It’s rest in peace in my future, how long will I live
Hail mary please forgive me for the dirt that I did

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Magic]

I sit and wonder with all the things I hear my people say
Like, Magic, God is coming back some day
Am I ready, shit I don’t know, I’m just trying to survive
I’m hustlin’ and strugglin’, can’t you see the pain in my eyes
I’ve been doing this shit for way too long, plus I’m way too strong
It’s hard doing right when all I ever done was wrong
Thug to the bone but I know I gots to move on
The devil’s itching to get me and I don’t think I got long
Thank God for TRU, and every word I say is for real
Ya’ll couldn’t imagine some the dirt I did
Shit I used to rob, steal, click click and kill for a meal
So close to death when I had just started to live
My lord

[Chours x2]

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Strap Da Fool – Dollar Signs Lyrics

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Grindin’ hard for my boys
Grindin’ hard for my niggas
We done worked for every nickel
I ain’t tryna spare a nickel
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer

[Verse 1-Strap]
I was the star of the month
Ridin around with my boys
Ridin around with the thugs
The streets they show me some love
That beef ain’t nothing, lil boy
I keeping that heat by my gut
You got you some shooters, so what?
We love [?] when we boot up
Nigga be acting so tough
I know they bluff
I know they ain’t came to [?]
Might pour a four in my cup
While I count up, promise I can’t get enough
Louis V frame, when the heat change
In the two seater, watch me switch lanes
Young Biscayne, I’m a six [?]
Cuban link change

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah

[Verse 2-Kevin Gates]
Lord forgive me, I’m a sinner
Street nigga, good intentions
I remember we was little
I’mma get us out the trenches
I’mma put us all in Benz’s
House brick-layer fences
Watchin’ off of camera lenses
I am really not pretending
You can afford
Can’t even find it in stores
She used to tell me she was bored
I touch her like never before
I rip her, pin her to the floor
Tryin different dick, what you doing?
Tryna steal it, she just want more
Need a bigger closet, one door

[Bridge-Kevin Gates]
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
They ain’t bout goin’ to war
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
These niggas ain’t got no heart
They ain’t bout goin’ to war

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah

[Verse 3-Skooly]
Grinding hard for my momma
Grinding hard for my boys
2 Chainz is my big dawg, TRU is my squad
Couple nigga drops off, they got hate in they heart
Nigga said I fall off, like I’m losing my voice
Talking bout whores, I’mma go get me a horse
I’mma go get me a Porsche
Make it make all the noise
Engine make all the noise
And they go [?]
I remember tall bitches though I was a boy, well not anymore

[Hook-Strap]
Lord, you know I’m a sinner
Get um first, I don’t remember
I remember Richcrest
I remember long pistol, yeah
Real diamond, no crystal, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Dollar signs all are mental, yeah
Grindin’ hard for my boys
Grindin’ hard for my niggas
We done worked for every nickel
I ain’t tryna spare a nickel
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer
Name another nigga realer

[Verse 4-Aston Martin Phi]
They talk it, we live it, we in the streets for real
I get it popping cause I done done it for real
I swear this beast made me
I rock cash money like I’m Baby
And when it comes to flossing ain’t gone let up off em
Until I’m dead and six feet under living in the coffin
Cause I surround myself with bosses
I can’t take no loss
I came from the ghetto, where niggas better be cautious

[Verse 5-Spodee]
Its been a long time coming, still gotta be patient
Know some real niggas with me, know some fuck niggas hating
I drive the ho crazy, I got it road raging
If he ain’t coming with the money baby we can’t have relations
Y’all niggas dick riding, I’m big timing
I been doing this shit
Nigga I been screwing this bitch, nigga I been fucking this ho
All I wanna get is somemore
Give me a Benz truck and a road
Give me an airplane and a boat
I’m staying prayed up on these hoes