Streets Prayer (feat. MelFeb)

Pray Ma city Ohhhh little prayer Ma city I'm a man with a spear Hustle with a tear Ready to kill this hunger, tell ma blessings that I'm here I'm on a cruiser aiming be shooter All the guns are pointing at me, how can i move out God said "don't stress out, you'll touch the skies even when you fall out" It's all about the streets life, make the meal and dish Touch down with the red one It's shoprite that a family wanna see Superstars get the cash, everybody wanna be Mmoma on the streets thinking on me Christmas clothes, how it gon be? Christmas dinner, what we gon eat? Selling those simba chips 50c, aiming on the profit It's what we gon eat Tranna lay back and see ma dreams, all i got is believe Ohhhh hey yeah I still pray yeah To all of the things i used to plan To all of the dreams i used to stress Hey yeah I still pray yeah Salute all the mothers in the black market Salute all the brothers doing jobs all day hey yeah I still pray yeah To all of the things i used to plan To all of the dreams i used to stress Hey yeah I still pray yeah Salute all the mothers in the black market Salute all the brothers doing jobs all day Shutout to the brothers and sisters, lava ngale ku hustlen day and night It doesn't matter kur u kgereza njhan, as long you put something on the table Valala ungava praise, vatshiki vak hlekula Dear mama, we thank you for ku pfuka early in the morning Miya ximaketanini miya phanda I also gave credits to the mothers, lava dobelaku ti cans A lot of stress to the babies, those who are holding a pen For kuva va kgerezela R1 kuri vadya sgele Shutout to those who are in jail, lava ava ringeta ku phandela family ohhh Ti breadwinners stay blessed, one day kutava fresh Shutout to the niggas who are pushing the music game, one day kutava ntswembu If they don't hate it, it means awule ku phuxen Khoma piki na foxolo hiya ku zamen Ku pfuxiwa leyi yiti pfuxak Ishu, ku pfuxiwa leyi yiti pfuxaka Ohhhh hey yeah I still pray yeah To all of the things i used to plan To all of the dreams i used to stress Hey yeah I still pray yeah Salute all the mothers in the black market Hey yeah I still pray yeah To all of the things i used to plan To all of the dreams i used to stress Hey yeah I still pray yeah Salute all the mothers in the black market On my niece everyday, 10 fingers on the Bible Bravo brothers on the corner with a small shack It doesn't matter if you selling coke with a pack Ok'salayo that's hustle, never throw a towel We all hungry, mothers now on the streets selling veges because of struggle Keep pushing mama, easy come easy go Those kids will grow up, that R1 tomorrow will be R100 Hungary belly has no fear never lose focus Ma role model was killed in the streets with drug life With a thug life Who cares, as long as we survive Rest in peace dour makaveli Now niggas knocking doors tranna sell lines Without dreams fulfilled your life is incomplete Don't fall forever, get up on your feet Setting focus on the price God bless ma hustle Let us pray, God do you see us down here Please hear my humble crying, do not pass me by Ohhhh hey yeah I still pray yeah To all of the things i used to plan To all of the dreams i used to stress Hey yeah I still pray yeah Salute all the mothers in the black market