Jim Jones feat. Rawanna My My My Lyrics

Pray IV Reign Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Pulling Me Back
  • 3 Let It Out
  • 4 How to Be a Boss
  • 5 Medicine
  • 6 Frenemies
  • 7 Precious
  • 8 Blow the Bank
  • 9 This Is for My Bitches
  • 10 Girlfriend
  • 11 This Is the Life
  • 12 My My My
  • 13 Pop Off
  • 14 Pop Champagne
  • 15 Rain
  • 16 Na Na Nana Na Na
  • N they shootin, I must be on top
    (it's clear up here)
    We coopin we must be inta trouble,
    Some hard type **** that cost a quarter mill a pop
    It makes me laugh ha, life is so ironic,
    How I would get tha cash I become so iconable
    Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel
    I live the life that's filled with the jealousy
    Doomed from the start its like we born wit a felony
    Where's the longevity
    We in the place where best friends become enemies
    And foul nigguhs got the tendency
    You gotta watch what you wish for
    I hope to god its on a switchboard
    When I'm tryin to say a prayer and I'm callin' hope you listen lord
    See its just my position lord
    Gotta me smokin on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky
    Make it rain so I know the doves cry.

    Lord do you hear me praying, when I'm lookin' at the sky
    I hope you can hear what I'm saying
    Its like my, my, my
    I'm not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry
    I know you can see what I'm saying
    Its like my, my, my
    Its like my, my, my

    Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain
    That must you and god in heaven poppin' champagne
    And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami
    You got bent ***** it was your first trip wit me
    We was goin' hard to many bottles up in free-vay
    You was goin' crazy wit my Haitian man t-sway
    Pass that on the twins I had teesh fer like three days
    And I can't forget you're be-day
    We had dead body tap we was deeper then aye
    And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigguh face
    And they kill, bang bang, did you get it wit em yet
    And its a damn shame because nigguhs still upset
    Like chita chala god musta needed y'all
    I think about the street dream saw how we were born
    But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers
    That are dear friends of me


    To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best
    I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress
    I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most
    I'm doin' way to much I'm playin' death to close
    I'm think bout the thought of goin' back to court
    For the petty little games I really should avoid
    But its the calculator risk on how we make the chip
    Realizin' if I slip its a bottomless pit
    If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile
    Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile
    I thank god that I'm alive to see a black president
    We screamin' yes we can but that won't change the deficit
    That ain't really even the best of it,
    You catch me in the streets I will surly tell you the rest of it


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