[Intro]
(HitmanPG)
[Chorus]
I pray that all hustlers get to heaven, trappers get to heaven, scammers get to heaven
And the steppers 'cause I'm steppin'
Sometimes I hit my knees at night and pray hope that's my leverage
We really did the dirt but made it out mane that's a blessin'
I'm fucked up I can't move without this Wesson, that's my bestie
We up twenty-four we beatin' down the block ain't no restin'
Homies trappin', we don't talk on phones, no voicemails or textin'
Really rappin', can't believe I'm here, really came from steppin'
Yeah
[Verse 1]
(Hey)
Heart cold like Chicago
Carbon in my cargos, gotta go where I go
If they steppin' then we steppin' that's just what I follow
Hope all my dogs get to heaven 'cause they steppin' fosho
(Hey)
I really stayed down and ran it up I can still get you touched
Promise, just throw up a number
Shawty be prayin' for me 'cause she know that I'm hustlin' and I'm comin' in when I wanna
I'm still in the streets I can't see too much, promise I see too much, off with his head he a goner
[?] so it ain't no reachin' up, we all from the streets its been teachin' us
[Chorus]
I pray that all hustlers get to heaven, trappers get to heaven, scammers get to heaven
And the steppers 'cause I'm steppin'
Sometimes I hit my knees at night and pray hope that's my leverage
We really did the dirt but made it out mane that's a blessin'
I'm fucked up I can't move without this Wesson, that's my bestie
We up twenty-four we beatin' down the block ain't no restin'
Homies trappin', we don't talk on phones, no voicemails or textin'
Really rappin', can't believe I'm here, really came from steppin'
Yeah
[Verse 2]
(Hey)
Playin' with me, that shit's suicidal
Have you ever had some smoke and pulled an all-nighter
Keep your gun with you you in the streets that's always
Really tryna make it out so we be bustin' moves all day
Try me I'ma pop it off in broad day we cut like that
Did some shit that I ain't proud of but can't take it back
I pray they let me up in heaven
'Cause if I go broke then I'm stickin' up the reverend, yeah
[Chorus]
I pray that all hustlers get to heaven, trappers get to heaven, scammers get to heaven
And the steppers 'cause I'm steppin'
Sometimes I hit my knees at night and pray hope that's my leverage
We really did the dirt but made it out mane that's a blessin'
I'm fucked up I can't move without this Wesson, that's my bestie
We up twenty-four we beatin' down the block ain't no restin'
Homies trappin', we don't talk on phones, no voicemails or textin'
Really rappin', can't believe I'm here, really came from steppin'
Yeah
(HitmanPG)
[Chorus]
I pray that all hustlers get to heaven, trappers get to heaven, scammers get to heaven
And the steppers 'cause I'm steppin'
Sometimes I hit my knees at night and pray hope that's my leverage
We really did the dirt but made it out mane that's a blessin'
I'm fucked up I can't move without this Wesson, that's my bestie
We up twenty-four we beatin' down the block ain't no restin'
Homies trappin', we don't talk on phones, no voicemails or textin'
Really rappin', can't believe I'm here, really came from steppin'
Yeah
[Verse 1]
(Hey)
Heart cold like Chicago
Carbon in my cargos, gotta go where I go
If they steppin' then we steppin' that's just what I follow
Hope all my dogs get to heaven 'cause they steppin' fosho
(Hey)
I really stayed down and ran it up I can still get you touched
Promise, just throw up a number
Shawty be prayin' for me 'cause she know that I'm hustlin' and I'm comin' in when I wanna
I'm still in the streets I can't see too much, promise I see too much, off with his head he a goner
[?] so it ain't no reachin' up, we all from the streets its been teachin' us
[Chorus]
I pray that all hustlers get to heaven, trappers get to heaven, scammers get to heaven
And the steppers 'cause I'm steppin'
Sometimes I hit my knees at night and pray hope that's my leverage
We really did the dirt but made it out mane that's a blessin'
I'm fucked up I can't move without this Wesson, that's my bestie
We up twenty-four we beatin' down the block ain't no restin'
Homies trappin', we don't talk on phones, no voicemails or textin'
Really rappin', can't believe I'm here, really came from steppin'
Yeah
[Verse 2]
(Hey)
Playin' with me, that shit's suicidal
Have you ever had some smoke and pulled an all-nighter
Keep your gun with you you in the streets that's always
Really tryna make it out so we be bustin' moves all day
Try me I'ma pop it off in broad day we cut like that
Did some shit that I ain't proud of but can't take it back
I pray they let me up in heaven
'Cause if I go broke then I'm stickin' up the reverend, yeah
[Chorus]
I pray that all hustlers get to heaven, trappers get to heaven, scammers get to heaven
And the steppers 'cause I'm steppin'
Sometimes I hit my knees at night and pray hope that's my leverage
We really did the dirt but made it out mane that's a blessin'
I'm fucked up I can't move without this Wesson, that's my bestie
We up twenty-four we beatin' down the block ain't no restin'
Homies trappin', we don't talk on phones, no voicemails or textin'
Really rappin', can't believe I'm here, really came from steppin'
Yeah
( FastCash CMoney )
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