Hills
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I pray that I be in the hills
Tired of being in the field
Watching my friends get killed
Tryna get it how they live
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
Gotta find a way, I gotta do it
If I touch the dope, I gotta move it
They could've killed me, but them niggas blew it
I'm on papers with a hammer, booling
Stuck in them trenches, I had to go get it
My co-defendant with it
Hitting them licks, he was taking the risks
Just to get it and split it
All in a stolo, the truck was a four door
It was four of us in it
Nothing to eat, we was all in the street
Trying to find us some dinner
Shit so crazy, I was sleeping in splizzies
Liable to snatch yo chain, nigga, don't even tempt me
I be going through so much, it ain't my fault I ain't friendly
I just learned my nigga "bro"but deep inside he wan end me
I pray for better days
Like seeing my niggas come out the Everglades prison
Free all my niggas, rest in peace to the ones who missing
But I've been doing better, I talk to niggas, they listen
We all got a part of it, but never play our position
I mean, you gotta watch out for them niggas
Even the ones you call your brothers
Cause them be the same ones
Drop info on the case
Gotta be careful
And for the ones that's been speaking down on you
You just never speak
Nun back
Just handle up
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
I pray that I be in the hills
(I spit that pain shit real good yahemmi)
Im tired of being in the field
Seeing my friends get killed (say wassup JayG)
Tryna get it how they live
I pray that i be in the hills
Praying that i got a deal
Only promise being real
Its time rolling on the hill
One time
Yeah
Gotta be
Turn the mic up
Turn the mic on
Turn the mic up
I pray that I be in the hills
Tired of being in the field
Watching my friends get killed
Tryna get it how they live
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
Gotta find a way, I gotta do it
If I touch the dope, I gotta move it
They could've killed me, but them niggas blew it
I'm on papers with a hammer, booling
Stuck in them trenches, I had to go get it
My co-defendant with it
Hitting them licks, he was taking the risks
Just to get it and split it
All in a stolo, the truck was a four door
It was four of us in it
Nothing to eat, we was all in the street
Trying to find us some dinner
Shit so crazy, I was sleeping in splizzies
Liable to snatch yo chain, nigga, don't even tempt me
I be going through so much, it ain't my fault I ain't friendly
I just learned my nigga "bro"but deep inside he wan end me
I pray for better days
Like seeing my niggas come out the Everglades prison
Free all my niggas, rest in peace to the ones who missing
But I've been doing better, I talk to niggas, they listen
We all got a part of it, but never play our position
I mean, you gotta watch out for them niggas
Even the ones you call your brothers
Cause them be the same ones
Drop info on the case
Gotta be careful
And for the ones that's been speaking down on you
You just never speak
Nun back
Just handle up
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
I pray that I be in the hills
I don't want to pop these pills
I'm going off of how I feel
I won't tell you what ain't real
I pray that I be in the hills
(I spit that pain shit real good yahemmi)
Im tired of being in the field
Seeing my friends get killed (say wassup JayG)
Tryna get it how they live
I pray that i be in the hills
Praying that i got a deal
Only promise being real
Its time rolling on the hill
One time
Yeah
Gotta be
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Writer(s): Robert Edward Gibbs
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