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malverdie's prayer - al doe lyrics

in the name of the father the son & the holy ghost

[intro: al-doe says prayer to malverde]
oh malverde
i pray for your mercy and that you alleviate my pain
you that dwell in the glory of god
listen to the sufferings of this your humble servant
grant me health, well being and happiness
amen

[verse 1 : al-doe]
a lot of rumors i be faking it//
i wish they was here, cuz my n-ggas is bagging up while i’m laying this//
they know i hold weight//
breaking so much down my n-gga black just went on his 5th smoke break//
raw deals, four course meals//
put your heart on a pacer tell me how paul george feel//
put me in lanes, all he talk is caine//
then i made rihanna they feelings aint been the same//

bars ether turn up the car speakers//
im from where them young b-tches swinging like sharkeisha//
bizzy told me to switch flows lets get dough//
the mailman he stockton that’s how we picked rolls//
lotta coupes never shots of goose//
case of belaire to give ross stock a boost//
had ya b-tch on them floor seats//
i got her number at a gallery in front of a kaws piece//

no resolutions//
i took a year off, labels still trying to offer some distribution//
they taking my style but that’s how many play//
its all good im a year ahead anyway//
balmain or balmain//
i give a f-ck how its pr-nounced if its money i got it all on//
pounds stretch, outta town fresh//
im with lah white stripes on the thom browne sweats//
order food my liquor brown//
a lot of morals if i got it we got it i hold my n-ggas down//
death pulls from the nicotine//
i just pray i see my son live his biggest dream//

stayed smarter//
im the best but could care less//
as long as im labeld a great father//
bad husband f-cking up on my queen//
trying to do good but them b-tches get in between//
never given respect is earned//
caught me slipping i don’t call it a “l” its just a lesson learned//
i play the boss take away the corpse//
all my n-ggas mile high im just peyton in the forth //
barry with the juke the studder step is purrty//
hat turned back im like griffey at the derby//
this the burial we in all black//
big money but my brothers before that//

(b. b. m.)

- al doe lyrics

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