NBRHDHERO - MY CITY (feat. Tony Snow) Lyrics

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Lord please
Deliver me
My city full of jackers and robbers Mane
I pray that we get it right
See we don turned to Gotham City
I pray that we make it through the night
Said These streets so cold ya feel me
They'll walk you down and over kill ya
It ain't gon get no better
Cause somebody making money off all the killing
My city full of jackers and robbers Mane
I pray that we get it right
See we don turned to Gotham City
I pray that we make it through the night
Said These streets so cold ya feel me
They'll walk you down and over kill ya
It ain't gon get no better
Cause somebody making money off all the killing
762s and 308s
These boys be slimy Nickelodeon Drake
Tell me where do you turn when you can't relate
Stealing and killing tremendous rates
Got you thinking you got opps like this GTA
Let me just tell you nah nah this just ain't the way
Cause I know the light
Forever I chase
Can't let no distractions get in yo way
You following Jesus make a way
Don't die for nothing got you going irate
We killing our own while they throw the bait
Locked up in cells Planet of the Apes
And don't get caught lacking
Jesus put belt to A
And I count on the Lord when I'm lacking faith
And don't get caught lacking you better pray
And don't get caught lacking you better pray
My city full of jackers and robbers Mane
I pray that we get it right
See we don turned to Gotham City
I pray that we make it through the night
Said these streets so cold ya feel me
They'll walk you down and over kill ya
It ain't gon get no better
Cause somebody making money off all the killing
My city full of jackers and robbers Mane
I pray that we get it right
See we don turned to Gotham City
I pray that we make it through the night
Said These streets so cold ya feel me
They'll walk you down and over kill ya
It ain't gon get no better
Cause somebody making money off all the killing
"SNOW"
I'm getting closer to everything I'm becoming
Pray to God every morning
I'm just waiting on my moment
Riding the streets late night with the chop like a soldier
I be focused on money
All my thoughts they be global
Out the coupe looking sharp
Like the preacher supposed to
Deteriorated my body love drinking and smoking
Very thankful for life
Coulda been aborted
It's not the end of the story
Let's look into the glory
My city full of jackers and robbers Mane
I pray that we get it right
See we don turned to Gotham City
I pray that we make it through the night
Said these streets so cold ya feel me
They'll walk you down and over kill ya
It ain't gon get no better
Cause somebody making money off all the killing
My city full of jackers and robbers Mane
I pray that we get it right
See we don turned to Gotham City
I pray that we make it through the night
Said These streets so cold ya feel me
They'll walk you down and over kill ya
It ain't gon get no better
Cause somebody making money off all the killing